18 June 2008. Sol y sombra, mañana de Junio...
Two creatures--pajaros grises--se encuentran. Mirando, mirando en los ojos, ojos de castaño, ojos verdes. Words, as in the old songs--always something given, something taken away. Or rather, let to go, like a bird from its nest. Su nido. The tiny branches interwoven, gathered from here and there, a kind of home. Open to sky above, and the spring rains.
Temporary, of course, and forever...
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