A Story

Windows are wonderful things. I see and discover so very much.

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A Story

The sparrows,
as dark as leaves,
perched
on winter limbs,
one by one,
flit from this tree
to the next,
deeper into the wood,
like a slowly turned page,
a story
seeking its heart.

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