#479049 added January 4, 2007 at 1:25pm Restrictions: None
A writer writes...
Ideas come like a flock of sparrows, lifting from the trees as the dog and I approach. The birds compose themselves into a cloud, and then mysteriously reverse and billow off in another direction. As I try to recall the movement, the turning radius, all I can picture is a giant comma made up of feathered pixels constantly in motion.
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