They touch down and clatter on the roof at night— the bird of fretfulness and the bird of despair, the bird of remorse. The bird of still-trying flaps its wings vigorously and makes all the windows rattle. The bird of let's-begin- again perches on the far end like a tiny plane about to take off. The bird of marshalling hope waves illuminated wands somewhere in the fog.
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