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August 22, 2014

Headless bird, flightless mouth



I didn't write
a poem  this time, but I got very close. Even though it repelled me, I almost accidentally touched the little body with my camera. It seemed so weightless and lost on the street.
Strangely, I couldn't see its head anywhere. Maybe I found a crime scene, showing the final act of a story nobody will ever know.
Listen with me.

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