I heard an eerie sound, like someone softly crying or moaning. I looked, and there, balanced on the ledge of my window, was a beautiful pale pink dove. As soon as I saw it, it flew away.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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