Yellow Glocks and Crystal Clocks

To the linearity of the floating spectrum, the sparrow hollered an interventional modality, and it was full of flush blooming clouds of color, striking against the strict lines of the distinctive rainbow. Above the slight, wavering town, the disappearing bird quaintly quivered, shedding bright flaking feathers upon the nearby earth. Rigid in the scene, the outline of the creature set like crisping paint against the crowded range, and it was not long before the bird disappeared entirely, a converted phoenix. It was dawn.  

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