Regardless of the count of aves in the yonder greenery, the worthiness of the chirper in this hand is unquantifiable.
If contemporary style merits status as a hyperobject, are our markings shared beyond this place, endlessly mirroring us?
Whether our character parts are inborn or borrowed of fondness, presentation is decisory per day, free to change feathers as it may.
Bird sounds colour from the earthiest plumage as do thoughts from soul black-dressed. Lese majesty for book covers judged is easily dismissed.
Seeking early crawlers and burly lawyers stands as quite a task. Our charms prefer a challenge, so gullible ones need not apply.
To what ends have the two in the bush made, it is not wondered. What matters is in the palm of hand: confidence in one’s own show. ; )