I've wanted to write but a book would be the proverbial bird in gilded cage, for fear it might disappear and empty her heart.
Lonely Bird
She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.
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I've wanted to write but a book would be the proverbial bird in gilded cage, for fear it might disappear and empty her heart.
She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.