Astonishing
Monday, January 4, 2021
THERE was a painter who painted birds. She remembered from childhood a pair of larks that used to perch on an apple tree beside her house. She could hear their song among other chirping. There was nothing extraordinary. But this particular time, when she searched for the right color among all the oil paints she had to paint the bird’s feathers, suddenly it was as though she was seeing for the very first time the strange brown streaks a
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