TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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10.28.06, saturday evening
On the path outside the locked castle, a robin (much smaller than the American robin, and super cute) hopped from branch to branch in order to get closer to us. It observed us with a tiny black glittering eye, and I thought of all those taxidermists, who never approximate, not even one iota, the unfathomable blackness, the ineffable liveliness, of that eye.