Perch

The cage was small, damp and reeked of stale food. A single barred aperture offered a sliver of air. It wasn't much, but it was my sanctuary. Here on this concrete perch, I could brood on the events that led me to this confinement. Outside, the world whimpered, a constant reminder of the life I had lost. Strands and Skies In the realm of imagina

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