with a sick stomach sticky heart she took the last of her weight off the chair and tried to remember a time that was different. the birds landed outside on the fire escape without any sense of urgency, spring was coming, this had all happened before. hadn't it? I thought the birds looked a little unusual, so close behind the glass. their song sounded through the solid wall. this is what they mean by miracle, right? she rolled over and went back to bed, slept to dream of a spinning cube that produced color, woke and said You can see things in dreams that you will never ever see in life...
and the birds flew off for worms, busy making babies, no eyes.
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