“It’s a choreography of sorts: some birds, her mother once told her, dance before they mate.” — Dan Vyleta Copy Share Image
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“Lady Macduff: [To her son] Sirrah, your father's dead: And What will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sirrah, your Father's dead: And what will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds do, mother. L. Macd: What… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image