Bird As Fish

I have a picture hanging right above my bed and in it, the sky is such a perfect colour of blue, and the clouds pass by, endlessly it would seem. There is one hill stretching from one side to the other covered with queen anne's lace, toadflax, salvia, and chicory and it looks like it might be the very end of the world, where no one has ever been before. It looks like I might be the very first one to see it. And I wish it were a window, instead of just a simple picture, a window that I could open and feel the breeze on my face, where the day shadows move and change instead of being forever frozen in place, where the clouds made many different things. I wish it were a window that no one else knew was a window, and I could keep the place pure and virgin, and watch it from the prison of beige walls and know that I wouldn't have to stay there if I didn't want to.

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