Today I saw a crow settled on top of a wire. it was sunset and the light was brilliant. Whenever the bird moved to prune his feathers or take a look around, the light would hit his feathers and make them dazzle vividly of all might. A brief second the vagabond lit up and altered into a divine being. Then it got back into its original posture, and the bird was a bird again. He didn't seem to notice, he was simply enjoying the view.
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- Hedmark, Norway
- instrument of evil. likes to draw, watch the sunset and do a rain dance every now and then. "all the birds" is my art blog.
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