He wore silence like an eagle’s ivory plumage. The world squawked and bawled at his passing, vultures noisy with life, consuming unspoken stragglers like him. With patience and cunning, the thermals of days well observed bore him out, above their venue, into space, its vacuum so absolute his heart burst from the hush of it. Oh, to be a fish in that great creature’s claws, set free to the starfields on high!



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