watercolour and ink on paper
Our avian friend
And here we are in the garden of abundance surrounded by lush growth and quietly whispering platitudes to the bird on nibbling our ear about a tale from old memory of how when the first people killed the deity, the deity's heart turned into a bird who now watches from the sky. Now we can demonstrate our maturity through how sensibly we have sown our soul garden forgoing gratification for future gain, and we can whisper words of freedom to our avian friend.
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