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29 – pupil dilation

and right out of her mouth

flew an eagle

soaring and swooping.

What a bird!

Unlike anything

I’d seen or heard.

Oh, but I heard

and it didn’t sound

oppressed to me.

(Of course, if I understood more than one-seventieth of what she was saying, I’d be able to provide a fleshier commentary. But, g’damn, her voice is impressive.)

Afrigator