To talk of love is no consolation, although it is an obsession unmitigated.Several times it has surfaced and simmered down for lack of voice.
In a thatched hut of unalloyed poverty resided a Golden Eagle, very wise and verbose. It had flown from distant canyons and traveled with travails, before it settled down in a cage of earthly love.
Once, it decided to clip its withered feathers and break its bent beak. Upon that instant, a distant knock fell on the door.
The sage-like eagle regally awaited this moment. It sighed love! Said "Love".
The Eagle closed its eyes, opened the door and let the chilling wind settle in.
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