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||Piano sketch 1
A bold little blackbird hopped inside one day, on the search for food I suppose. Only when it was within my grasp it noticed me, and flew straight up against the closed ceiling window. There it sat on a rim watching the clear blue sky, but not minding the (still) opened door; and it made some droppings out of fear. I gently walked to it and opened the window. As soon as it could stick its little head into the big open, it was gone... leaving me with the mess it had made.