She sat there and she was all alone. Usually she didn't mind being alone, but today there seemed to be something missing. The bird.
Every single day, Saskia Hamilton would walk to the Mansfield Park and sit at a park bench. She would ponder and wonder about the world. She would write phrases and couplets. She enjoyed her time. She enjoyed her peace. She enjoyed her silence. Pure silence.
It happened on May 21, 2011. She was in the middle of a writing trance. Eyes closed. Waiting for the miraculous words to come to her. And then she heard...A chirp? A bird calling?
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