Three fat, feathered meatballs roost on a tree branch. One has spoken, and the other two have listened. Wide awake in their conference, our night is their day. This scene appears grainy with shadows made even as if seen through a screen or lens. We are watching them from a distance. A cool breeze passes through the open spaces between scrawny tree trunks and naked branches. The three round fellows smile.
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