Outside: he could hear the
rolling of the skies and the persistent growl of the industry, could feel the slow
exit of daylight, could see his neighbor’s roof now that the oak tree had been
chopped off. . . The height that once stood majestically was gone, and in its
place was a solitary trunk upon which a little bird perched. He noted how the bird looked confused.
(Perhaps it built its nest there?) He closed his eyes. He, too, wanted to go
out and find the place.
He thought, No, and when he opened them, the bird
was gone.
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