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Cage
A paradise bird, with feathers so bright,Hops softly on branches, caught in its plight.It trills out a song, so tender, so clear,A voice like fine silk that caresses the ear. A meadow revealed, so sweet to the sight,Bathed in the sun’s golden, radiant light —The forest, the field, and the brook by the hill,The bird…
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Scent
Premonition… a call from within sets the direction, Points the way, solves the riddle, aids reflection. Instinct, not for saving, but for surviving, or rather, life’s embracing. Be it burning or igniting, Let life blaze with fervor and flame, Not mere existence by another name, Refusing to play the mimic’s game. For happiness beckons with…
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“In The Woods” Tana French
Lately it has become extremely fashionable to be self-sufficient. The kind of wholesome, moderately self-assured, “I’m fine on my own” person. A single cell of society, which in principle does not need anyone, festive human being itself. And I am one of these people, who being in a “dark non-perishable cave” persuades myself that I…
