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Cured salmon glistening between thick seeded slices. Three plump tomatoes. Like castle guards. I watch in awe: my toes poke through knitted holes in the blanket, fleshy moles. Nan pushes in The Thornbirds VHS and she rambles about the birds going west. She says: ‘I’m glad I can stay here and not fly anywhere.’ cosy and safe. Nan places another fleece blanket on me. We drink dark hot cocoa and watch birds from the sofa
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
Two Birds Happy to be Flightless
Cured salmon glistening between thick seeded slices. Three plump tomatoes. Like castle guards. I watch in awe: my toes poke through knitted holes in the blanket, fleshy moles. Nan pushes in The Thornbirds VHS and she rambles about the birds going west. She says: ‘I’m glad I can stay here and not fly anywhere.’ cosy and safe. Nan places another fleece blanket on me. We drink dark hot cocoa and watch birds from the sofa
deminlloyd
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
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