she cried when she saw
the sparrow on the sidewalk
wings spread
tiny body
crushed by a stranger
no doubt not looking
no doubt not feeling
feathers plastered to their shoe
she cried not just
because it would no longer fly
but because
it still had wings.
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a collection of tales, ranging from short to shorter to downright brief.
life is mystery - a story of vast emptinesses and delicate connections.
but inexorably, one realizes that the threads are strong as the rifts are wide.
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