┌ abstract of the human condition ┘

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Dear Mom and Dad,

Today a bird flew over my head,

There were no trees in sight,

No nests of Nature, to give its

Little wings respite, or to shelter it,

From the sun.

I love you,

But I want to fly too.

No other birds beside me,

But peaceful in my,

Purpose.

I've hopped on a merchant wagon,

And for a little bit of coin,

Someone will deliver this letter to you.

I will find other lonely birds,

And then, we will fly together,

Making home in our solitude.

Your Dearest,
Chuvenal