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February 19, 2014

It is nice to see the birds in the city
because birds are not martyrs.

 

While standing at the western wall,

she points to the birds saying surreptitiously,

“There are no birds at the western wall.”

 

The Ram Bam says that on angels, wings are a metaphor.

Wings are the lightest things we can know in this world

like you. and I stood feeling myself inside the wall.

 

It is interesting to see the massive bones in the wings of a seagull.
I wonder if their wings are heavy when they fly.

 

The first flutes were made of bones from wings.
Play me as the flute of love.

All you are is sung. Some songs are short. Some songs are long.

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