"The seeing-eye, the beating wing, the bird that laughs at everything.
Misunderstood by everyone, who can not see all things as one".

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

A cold winter's night:
A wren found a way inside a small plastic-covered plant house.
It snowed so much that the entrance was buried, trapping the little wren.
A lady chanced to see it as it searched for a way out, and helped it by digging away the snow.
Somewhat relieved, it flew gratefully back into its life.

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