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Nov 2018
Today as I was walking into a hospital I watched a bird fly into the reception room and slam his tiny body against the glass door when trying to find his way out.
There is something about watching a bird, in his quest for freedom, hit an invisible wall that sends you into an existencial crisis downward spiral.
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Beatrix  25/Rio
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