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7 | The Bird The bird that lands in the sun is your child asking for you to find stars she can burn on her lips. The bird that lands in the willow tree is your secret coming apart, its wings teaching you how to survive after the piano stopped playing and the guitar kept smoking beyond the revolution. The bird that disappears in the mirror is someone you knew long ago, his touch the dance of the stranger who showed you the way to the mountain. The bird nestled in your hand is your way of speaking, the smell of its feathers the hush of the dove that gently alights in your palm. ...

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