She appears in the costume of a bird, mask and all. She walks away from me, disappearing in a doorway. i follow, entering a large arena where there is a circus act.
As i watch, it turns into a TV show.

I awake to a mockingbird's song. In the next room, Mother is watching TV, leaning forward to make out shapes, her nose almost touching the screen. Often she nods off, chin on chest. Or, with head thrown back, she resembles a wizened hawk.


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