"...The inward gates of a bird are always open.
It does not know how to shut them.
That is the secret of its song..."
From "On a Raised Beach" by Hugh MacDiarmid
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I almost forgot what being outside looked like.
But some grit in my shoes and vegetative snags later, I found sunlight filigreed by a mockingbird's song.
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You actually got out.
You are a poet. "filigreed by a mockingbird's song" !
Hope we all look inward like you and get out.
Lovely photo with the words of a poet are very inspirational.
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