Where I live now, there is only one place where I can find a small flock of house sparrows.
It actually surprises me because, in the town I come from, they were basically everywhere.
I have always liked them with their chirping and constant bustle, and also, I guess, because
one was the hero of my favourite childhood cartoon. And therein lies the rub—at one point
or another, we all commit the sin of pathetic fallacy.
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