Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

accidental augury

Two birds, perfectly white, pink-beaked, dark-eyed, pigeons, settled on the ledge outside my window, billing and cooing as birds will in spring. Startled, I stood hunched, half-risen from my seat at the desk, the pages of a book leafing shut; over the point where their shoulders would be my movement caught their eyes, and they were gone.

Along the peak of the friary wood pigeons bow and sway, a nimble gavotte upon the dark red tiles.


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