Thu
Aug
6
A small death.
There are swallows everywhere on this island. They swoop and flit from the early morning to past sunset (10:00 pm, currently). There are very few cars on the island but this little fellow managed to collide with one of them, just as I was passing on my bicycle. A friend picked him up and handed him to me. I’ve never held a wild creature so recently deceased. The tiny body was amazingly soft, warm and light; the fragile neck was utterly limp, and I felt I had to support the head with my fingertips to keep it in one piece. Sad, but also terribly beautiful.
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