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every year she came. she would sit there in the tree, jerking her head left and right, as though waiting for a predator. and when no one came, she would flutter about, searching for food.
it is the coldest winter montana was experiencing. the calendar says today is december 21. i go outside.
she isn't there.
i sit by my window coffee in my hand, and wait. slowly, slowly, a black shadow appears.
she is back.
cold and frail, but back.
p.s. i adore this signature. :)
it is the coldest winter montana was experiencing. the calendar says today is december 21. i go outside.
she isn't there.
i sit by my window coffee in my hand, and wait. slowly, slowly, a black shadow appears.
she is back.
cold and frail, but back.
p.s. i adore this signature. :)
You should know that the moment I read this, my brain said quite obviously: "Jessie's post." Of course. :) And your words remind me of a chilly, winter gloaming; nostalgia + poignant. <3 Bless you, darling. x
ReplyDeleteI love writing and reading short stories from pictures ^_^
ReplyDeleteWonderful post, wonderful photo =)
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Cool Jessie!
ReplyDeleteI like that signature too!
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