Migrations: Open Hearts. Open Borders.
“Hope is the thing with feathers – that perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all” Migrations: Open Hearts. Open…
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The wild robot by Peter Brown
Clouds scudded through the sky Spiders spun intricate webs, Berries beckoned to hungry mouths, Foxes stalked hares, Mushrooms rose up from leaf litter, turtles plopped into ponds, moss spread across…
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Little Whale by Jo Weaver.
“Is this home?” asked Little Whale. “No, we’ve still got a long way to go,” said Grey Whale. Deep blue ocean, gentle waves rocking and peacefulness oozes out of this…
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