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A bird is trilling at my window, its feet clack across the sill, disrupting every stillness I have rescued. There is a small collapse inside me as I make eye contact with the chirping creature. Its eyes shine with understanding, perhaps even forgiveness? I open the window and stretch out my hand, in sudden offer of friendship.

A bird is trilling at my window, its feet clack across the sill, disrupting…

i know i save so many pictures of the same thing but theres such a simple elegance and beauty to this image, and it seems to be untarnished by repetition

"Whispered notes from the piano in the corner of the room. Hold your throat; is that healing that you're hearing in her tune? Wanting change but loving her just as she lies is the burden of a man who's built his life on love.