Life has not always been kind nor comfortable as it is now. And despite all that is expected of him, all that he chooses to obligate himself to, he still keeps the window open…

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My beautiful bird,
where have you been?

I’ve missed you.

Your feathers –
they are not the soft,
full down of innocence.

They are structured,
interlocking,
purposeful.

You are you,
and someone different.