bird in tree

somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air… i think it’s a sort of lark or something. our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. if the stars are smiling on them, you will hear its mate call back in a moment. ~ jane johnson, the tenth gift: a novel

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