A silverbird hangs precariously from a branch; its wings are extended, but it doesn’t try to take flight. it can’t. the red strings of fate hold it in suspension, one foot interlocked in the tangles while the other hangs free. its wings are looped with threads that pull them in opposing directions. the hanged one is held tight by the forces around it but doesn’t struggle against the ties that bind it. it reminds us to be aware of situations […]
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