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A Noise of Birds

The sun is out and I believe. Today, of all days, it would be a sin to doubt. Those loud jays, rocketing down bannisters of air, seem ample reason for all praise -- that blue flare of curves, those diagrams of flight the theory and practice of all prayer. . . and I may still recite, with any faith this same rainbow shout of birds against the dark tonight.

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