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+++shiver++in++the++heat+++ ++how+many++ +++have+seen+the+++ °°fulgent°°°dusk°° +++murmuration+++ °°of°°starlings°° --{fly home, little starling}-- --{fly... fly...}-- ++seen++it+++ ++shiver++ ++writhe++ ++twist++ ++ & shimmer++ ° ° ° against the setting sun & you realise you are seeing a thing both rare & terrifying -- °°°°° °°° ° °°° °°°°° -- seeing a thing that is ++ breathtaking ++ ++ heart-fluttering ++ proof-of-the-beholder's reflections in-a-jaded-eye// //concrete & tangible 3vid3nc3 of a tRu3 h1v3-m1nD @work Yeah... "Birdbrain" no longer, but rather the tesseract-dimension greater-mind-state of collective avian consciousness & next-higher "being-state" ° ° ° its synergistic intelligence both

He observes the moon as he sits on the bench. It is beautiful: full and shiny. The owl hoots. The gentle breeze passes through him. It is summer, yet he feels cold. Maybe because of the nearby graveyard… He looks at the watch: 01:06 A.M. It’s still early to go home. The town lies empty and silent. Once it was lively, but now… It’s funny what one virus can do to a world. He thinks about that damn virus and how it took his family away from him: his father, mother, and grandmother. All he ever loved are gone. There is only him now in this harsh world. 48 minutes later… He stands up and stretches himself. The moon grabs all of his attention. He doesn’t even notice something approaching him… Not until it touches his leg. He jumps away and looks at the thing that tried to grab him. It’s… It’s just… It’s just a puppy. The puppy looks weak and frightened. “Hey, there.” – he says to the puppy. – “And where did you come from? Whom do you belong to?” The puppy stares at him. His eyes are full