Whistling wind effortlessly passes through the
crack in the a-jar door, it finds a young man and stops.
The man, so alone, is comforted by the
invisible limb of nature, with it comes company, knowledge that he is not the
only thing in the universe.
With it comes hope, the single feather of a
bird of grace and strength, for this belongs to another.
He is not the only magpie, there is another,
amongst the trivial there is a second magpie.
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