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three lines dotted with birds cut across the sky.

the spaces between the small silhouettes created a rhythmic composition that made visible music.

the fugatos came along every now and then; a flutter of a wing, a tail swish, a head bob, leading up to a full flight in between the lines.

a metaphor of freedom and revolution, of creativity and restlessness. a courageous act was drawn in the air.

for a moment, birds became poets.

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