The fear I imagine as a small, quick bird alighting behind my sternum, dark-eyed and defenseless. To relieve its worry it scrapes its beak against my ribs. I have compassion for it, and would like to give it what it’s looking for.
The fear I imagine as a small, quick bird alighting behind my sternum, dark-eyed and defenseless. To relieve its worry it scrapes its beak against my ribs. I have compassion for it, and would like to give it what it’s looking for.
