Marina and the Falcon
I watched the woman play with the falcon for a long time. I had no idea if it was hers or if she had simply charmed it down from the sky. She smiled and hummed to herself, never letting on if she knew I was there. Instead, she talked gently to the bird. And when she did I ached with the wish that she would talk to me like that. And when she touched it, I swear I felt her hands on me. She seemed aware of the effect, since she stopped when it was too much for me, pausing to let the falcon and the wind do as they would. More...
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