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Memories are a frame of reference for our past just like a window sill.

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You’re right about that, Stanley-Thank You!

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Nice analogy Stanley

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Maybe she gets confused with boy s talking , thoughts, desires , places , ways, poems , writings

Maybe the boy could be very very clear if he know where is his

Maybe he knows

Maybe the boy likes to see her waiting in the window...

He as pleasure with it ?

Our is just a luck of clear communication?

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Should she live the window?

Birds do not need to be trained or cared isn’t it ?

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Perhaps she is still there, waiting for tomorrow, while the boy found tomorrow somewhere else?

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Depends. On a bird.

(that's one of the motives through that "A Pigeon and A Boy". It has many though)

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It comes like a breeze out of nowhere. Memory, sweet longing.

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Good morning, Patris & Thank you!

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-sometimes it's so parallel it's frightening

-have you read "A Pigeon and a Boy"? my second association

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I am not familiar with that piece, Chen.

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It's a book. A novel. I don't know why it came to me when reading the poem. Who knows why and how memories come.

Thank you..

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Beautiful

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I love this! Such a powerful piece 🤍

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Thank you, Jenna!

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Tell me more about your impression of this book

It is important to me

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I haven’t read the novel but it sounds interesting.

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