A tiny birdie sat on top of a pole and stayed there for some while. What thought, what grave truth of life's mysterious sides was it thinking i could not find nor feel. Perhaps, it was just looking for a worm. Perhaps, it was looking for its mate long gone, and who did not return in time. Whatever be the point of its silent features, the silhouette made those fragile legs seem great pillars upon which the bird's ponderous self stood against the backdrop of numerous mild shades.
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