Listen!
FIELD GUIDE indigo bunting no words distinct enough for the blue brilliance with touches of dark (not black more like pieces of shade stuck to face wingtips tail as its flights bounce through the borders of the woods) nor for the character expressed in its peck at the seed spread on the common board of the porch rail or its other discreet choices of association with the world we have built is it vanity and false sentiment that makes us claim the completion of creation is our noticing of it? while the bunting simply needs seed and there is nothing remarkable enough for it to have learned language only song
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