It was there to behold, on the grass, as she walked past, a singular moment in time in the commonplace form of a blackbird, keeping an eye on her as she moved, a beautiful bird with a gleaming shiny coal-black plumage and a short pointed bill whose vivid yellow tones stood out sharply against the dark of its feathers and the green of the grass on which its little claws clawed. With a macroscopic twist of Heisenbergian irony she knew it would fly away the moment she stopped walking to better appreciate its beauty from a short distance. She spoiled the scene nonetheless.
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