Thursday, August 06, 2026

#586 Le Ciel Meurtrier


Birds sing serenades to a dy-
ing forest, the musical scores
etched on their bodies. Some-

where in there also is the sky, 
its exhaled breath helping to
petrify the trees beneath. The 

birds display no visible blood, 
unlike that painting with the 
same name, from the same year.

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