Glint of brightness on a barely there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy. Because - what if that particular goldfinch (and it is very particular) had never been captured or born into captivity, displayed in some household… Continue reading THE GOLDFINCH – flippin’ good book on my shelf
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