not meant to be caged...

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("moi"...)




“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
Stephen King


("caged" in a hotel in the middle of nowhere....somewhere in Rijswijk ...not a cow...or sheep in sight...just office buildings...still waiting for insurance to call us about Celeste...we were lucky to manage a quick visit to delft otherwise my bright feathers would have dulled even more...great Wi-Fi but atrocious netbook that keeps making mistakes...so doubt I will say much...thanks for yesterday's love...;-0