Twice Upon A Time

Once upon a time, There was a bird. But this story isn’t about him. Even if he’d just flown across the Indian Oceanto get here for the summer. Even if he’d only just settled himself on the leafiest branch of a regalold tree with the rest of his birdie pals. He has a name, but it doesn’t matter because he only thought he’d be staying.

Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly—they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced
—Aldous Huxley