The girl stood up, and the birds beside her flapped their wings, and left the girl, walking through the wheat fields. The girl looked at the birds, her eyes dim...
The birds flying through the wheat fields carry the desire to go home.
It's natural to leave winter and return south.
But neither south nor north were her directions.
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