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Synergist By Michael Keshigian All day I’ve listened to the song of a single cardinal ripple stillness just outside my office window. An opera in red tux his throat is a spring resonating an aria through the cluttered house of sound, awakening memories of events since past. The timbre enlivens my heart. I can almost touch what once was as it floats between song and wind. An inflection so crisp, that I’m convinced the cardinal sings for more than to merely texture the commotion. His tune incites another gift. He performs daily tireless and without hoarseness making sad hearts flutter. |
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