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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A young girl thinks that she would like to be a bird. Who wouldn't want to be a bird, right? She could fly over rivers and meadows. She could fly over roads and towns. She could fly so high among the clouds, that she would never, ever, ever want to come down...or so she thought. Because in the still of the night, when she actually tries to imagine it, she discovers something else. She discovers that it's more fun to be herself.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A young girl thinks that she would like to be a bird. Who wouldn't want to be a bird, right? She could fly over rivers and meadows. She could fly over roads and towns. She could fly so high among the clouds, that she would never, ever, ever want to come down...or so she thought. Because in the still of the night, when she actually tries to imagine it, she discovers something else. She discovers that it's more fun to be herself.