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Wednesday, August 22nd 2018

9:35 PM

The Black Bird

My hands embrace the keys to a computer. The metal is all a glossy black on the set. I am two people. I am the person in front of the screen and the one on the monitor. My hair cascades down in front of my face but, I peer up for a moment.

There is a blue sky and a tall pine tree that is pointing straight up. A picture of a blackbird with a black beak, a glossy crow with a females disposition. I feel a connection with the animal instantly. The text below it reads that the bird is seven years old and needs a new home.

I decide that I want to house the animal. I can hear it calling to me with its sounds in my brain. It lets me know that it is coming close, like I am one sister to the crow. We vibe together.

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