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On the last night of summer, Juniper turned the crank one final time. Polly sang all six songs. She told all three hundred phrases. And then, as the first hint of autumn touched the air, she spoke something new.

“You came when you were seven,” Polly continued softly. “Your father lifted you onto his shoulders so you could see me better. You wore a red ribbon. You said I was ‘the prettiest thing in the whole world.’ You kissed my beak. I never forgot.” Paradisebirds Polly-

One month later, Juniper’s mother found her sneaking in through the back gate at 2 a.m. She was furious at first. Then she saw her daughter’s face—not sullen, not sad. Peaceful. On the last night of summer, Juniper turned

“Hello,” Juniper whispered.

Her name was Polly.