Saturday, June 11, 2005

11/06/2005

What surprised me most was how the leaves of the trees moved in the wind. Movement. How could there be movement? A tiny tiny bird lay on the ground. Too young to wear a birdcostume yet. The body still warm.
Small bird. Small sorrow. A small goodbye. Ballad of the fallen. Charlie Haden.

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