The fledglings are ready to fly.
Gosh, it makes me so sad, you know.
That's the way it is, then.
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.