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[k_a_t_z]

A bird in the hand is surely worth two in the bush, that goes without saying. But what about a crane in the sky, as they use to say in Russia? It's a striking difference. I look at the fat titmouse in my fist. It squeaks and flutters half-heartedly, casting sly expectant glances at me. I heave a sigh and let the bird go, then look up. The crane isn't waiting, it never was.

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[untonuggan]

That's beautiful.

[k_a_t_z]

thanks a lot :)