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Birds

In the botanical gardens the ornithologists sit in barrels full of earthworms. When you pass, you can see their watchful, wandering eyes that peek out right above the edge of the barrel. Each time a cloud hides the sun, tiny, tiny birds fly out of the mouths of the sun-bathing girls, who yawn as they wake looking up to estimate the size of the cloud. The birds seem to know that they are being watched and do their best to fly carelessly, elegantly. As if the world were just a stage set for their sake alone.

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From: Clairobscur (2001)