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Translating Sky

Updated: Mar 9



Sometimes life is this simple. You get up at 6am, you walk into the kitchen to put the kettle on. It’s cold and you leave the light switched off; you know where the kettle is. And you look out the window and there it is: a sky shot through with pink, a single bird perched on a bare branch, waiting to lift up into the air.

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