Talking bird

Working at tidying a garden, I disturbed a bird in a bush, a young, scruffy, brown blackbird. Hopping about nearby it started to call my name, repeating over and over. Duncan. Then inside the bush somehow was written a message: ‘see through all illusion for the actual.’

All in a dream

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