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Monk's Bird Book

04/28/2026 14:58h
Mourning doves are not owls after a while away from the city      not because the country appears of a softer feather       less predatory you're thinking a sound more naturally friendly less edgy and dangerous than the subway but because the city city to city within itself so sharply details for you   actually walks you through a training in the amplitudes of form after a while that sharpness wipes the smile the natural had you putting on everything. Really owls       are so soft       their deadly accuracy of flight depending on it they are all but silent      a recognizable law nobody says shit you learn       the city has taught you to  pick up on     which wings bring the disk of their sun for around your neck each day and which take you out; and that your green act of good is natural in that it too depends on the weather.