A Pure White Baby Bird

“I had a pure whitSoul Bird 1e baby bird. I tried to give it to a favourite pupil, an old boss, but the bird was insistent on me, me, me: I was what it had seen first from the egg.

I accepted finally the impossibility of diverting its need, its hunger, of giving it away to another for care: It was my lifelong labour. On waking, knowing this my own soul and mine for safe-keeping.”

Tanya Shadrick, 42 (UK)

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