Dream
I had a strange dream last night.
I found a small bird on a deserted path and caught it with my cap. When I held it in my hand, I saw it was a tiny black‑and‑white bird, small enough to rest easily in my palm. It struggled, and its movements pricked my fingers.
After lingering on that strange sensation for a moment, I let the bird go and watched it fly back into the air.
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