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  • At first you think you enter the scene with your eyes, that

    you must look, and look silently



    until you can do nothing but look .... for the slipping
    through
  • the dart and dash
  • the little unexpected
    gifts

    that really you knew were there if you just looked hard enough
  • and so you

    look and look

    out the window

    up through the sky

    across the field

    into the woods

    all day all day all day all night



    because you never know.
  • But finally,

    after a while,

    after months and years, you realize



    that when you live along a wildlife corridor

    you do not look, no, you do not look —



    you listen
  • to wings against air



    and you grow

    ears upon your neck, eyes across your fingers
  • to sense a split second before

    (if you have any hope at all)



    of being let in


    to what is




    just out of sight.
  • Note: I am playing around with what happens to story on different visual storytelling platforms. You'll find a version of this on Medium , that to my mind, works quite differently. Will also try it out on Exposure & perhaps Creativist.
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