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A bird holds the top of a bare branch while the moon rises behind it, the whole sky washed in a soft violet. The branches fork and reach below, empty, so the eye climbs to the one place where something is alive and still.
There is a patience in it. The bird isn’t doing anything. Just watching, the way you watch a sky you don’t want to lea...