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Sunrise Feathers In a Vase
They "flock together", these girls. They are "birds of the same feather". They are so intelligent, they are so articulate with their words.. while they speak on the radio, the news.. a girl's life is unjust. We will, they think, speak of others, their plight.. we will, they say, thread her mockable..? degrading..? ("INJUSTICES", SHE would say), into the broadcast of a news show; insulting, dehumanizing the girl who could not spread her "Song-Sparrow" wings. "Birds of a feather, they flock together.." The Guidian Finch has Sunset hues. A Sunrise could be a light peach- cream tinted bird: those colors on a bird do not exist, cannot fly..or paint a Heaven. The windows frame the portrait of the Spring- green-brown-eyed girl.. a blue-jay, the tincture of a brilliant April sky, with snow-white bursts as bright as a noon Sun, casts a small shadow... within the limbs of a blossoming tree, whose tiny flowers are a sun-lit decor of a glass house.
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