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August 2008 
New York Birds
Posted on May 10th, 2007
by 
shaman sun
shaman sun
Here in this little garden, hidden in the city, the birds sing all night. If you open the windows, you can hear their songes echoing across steel and concrete walls. We live in canyons, you see, that stretch over the island. Seas of people weave in and out like ants, a majestic city. There's nothing more and nothing less than this. It is, it's beautiful, it's horrid, it's exciting, it's frightening. It's all those things, everything. Everything and nothing, before the words flow through and the names ring in; we listen.
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