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We have dogs, but none of the photos fits, nor do those of horses or chickens.
We have wild birds, creatures who hold the winds and the light at their command.
I think, on this day, that they belong to Tricia — wild birds, winds, and light, all three.
As I said elsewhere, you always think there'll be more time. You never think the worst will happen; the mind is simply not allowed to walk down that dark path.
All day, my mind has returned repeatedly to one image, from a couple of weeks ago: a wild starling silhouetted in the dawn light, a gift of an image that I didn't know I had until it was done.
A single small bird springing onto the winds, into the light.
I think Tricia is with it now, free of pain, able to breathe, springing onto the winds, flying into the light.
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