The Myth of Eternal Reccurence

A small bird, gray shot with blue, alights on a pine branch.
She lands, looks left then right, spies a small beetle which she pecks up.
Behind her, an alder leaf, blown on the wind, circles once, twice, thrice and sails into her field of view;
startled, she cries out then flies away.

A small bird, gray shot with blue, alights on a pine branch.
She lands, looks left then right, spies a small beetle which she pecks up.
Behind her, an alder leaf, blown on the wind, circles once, twice, thrice and sails into her field of view;
startled, she cries out then flies away.

A small bird, gray shot with blue, alights on a pine branch.
She lands, looks left then right, spies a small beetle which she pecks up.
Behind her, an alder leaf, blown on the wind, circles once, twice and sails into her field of view;
startled, she cries out then flies away.

A small bird, grey shot with blue, alights on a pine branch
She lands, looks left then right, spies a small beetle which she pecks up.
Behind her, an alder leaf, blown on the wind, circles once, twice, thrice and sails into her field of view;
startled, she cries out then flies away.

A small bird, gray shot with blue, alights
on a pine branch She lands, looks left
then right, spies a small beetle
which she pecks up. Behind
her, an alder leaf, blow
n on the wind, circles
once, twice, thrice
and sails into he
r field of view;
startled, she
cries out t
hen flies
away
.

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