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A Metaphor

by joseph-sinclair

The discovery of a small dead bird this morning on my balcony induced a totally unexpected but keenly felt feeling of deep loss. Had it flown into the reflected sunlight of the French windows? *** *** *** *** Where are my French windows?
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