A curious bag and thoughtful birds


Here and there it would happen.

The child would think it and then the thought would fly out of her backpack.

In any case, it happened enough to call it a “thought bag”, though it was nothing more a thick leather Coach backpack with a scuffed up vintage look.

And really, I think some thoughts are birds.

They hatch, flutter and fight to free themselves from their contained space, be it a bag or a head, then the thoughts fly away, and they are gone.

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