Upon the cusp of light and dark, good and evil, night and day. The carefree notes drift down from the lone bluejay. Is it a tune sorrow? Bespeaking compassion and heartache for the damage wrought by the passing dark. Perhaps one of hope, eternal hope in the promise of the rising sun.
Not this jay. This jay in night and day sings only of love. An all encompassing love, a yearning set deep in the hearts of man to be forever at home, where the heart dwells, where the heart belongs
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