The Occasional Quickie 3

Using seeds, dried fruit, and a growing sense of trust that resonated from the essence of our beings, I lured this bird onto my table at the cafe patio.  Our bond was shattered, my model prematurely lost, by the barista's determined hands wrapped 'round the hollow broomstick like opportunity's own neck.
Using seeds, dried fruit, and a growing sense of trust that resonated from the essence of our beings, I lured this bird onto my table at the cafe patio. Our bond was shattered, my model prematurely lost, by the barista’s determined hands wrapped ’round the hollow broomstick like opportunity’s own neck.
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