She is elegantly posed. Not a sound, not a whimper or a tear. No twinge from pain, her face like a china doll and eyes brimming with fear. She is beautiful, this caged bird. Beautiful. The past are the bars, the future her useless wings.
Set her free, my Yellow Bird. Set her free to fly with You.
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