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Classifieds:

Spacebird seeking employee - preferably a multitude.
Job entails spacehunting and spacetracking.
Pay: High.
Amenities: Many.
Thrill: Lots.

(In no particular order)

1. bird

is a rich, romantic purple. Dark enough that people assume it's black. An idealistic hue, where light reflects off it or transluces through spread feathers, that there's the color you wish upon nebulae.

It's fond of the stars. Won't shut up about Crux, Orion, Scorpius (it only knows three notes). Its eyes and heart are enshrined in an intermontane basin where the sky stretched out enough to let it glimpse Antares.


2. Another bird

chooses now to remind it it drew blood, once.


3. This bird, meanwhile,

is the patron saint of the word "vertiginous".

and when you were still young, still A COUPLE-SCORE BIRDS AND SEVERAL HUNDRED AS-YET UNDIFFERENTIATED PROTO-BIRDS IN A TRENCHCOAT, this bird could contort its neck until the mask of its face stared up.

(Birds aren't in the habit of looking straight up. Not even flightless ones. It's like they know something.)

This bird's song reminds you all known complex life in the universe is found in a fifty-kilometer thick halo surrounding a rock with a diameter 250 times that. Its feathers are so fine, they're like the skin on an apple.

Under its gaze, a pale blue sky is a yawning chasm, and you cling with all your talons to the Earth's surface and anticipate gravity's repeal and the abolition of all directions not Down.

In spite of how ugly a bird this one is, you're fond of it. It's like a child's drawing.

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You don't think you'd take the job, even if it were real.

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