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Italiano
The heron does not know it is a study for flight mechanisms. It stands in the shallows like a compass set to the earth’s tilt, one leg bent like a question the water already answers. The ripples do not bend to meet it — they bend because it is there, because the canal is a page where every disturbance is a comma the heron’s stillness does not sign. The beak waits. The eye does not blink. Grace, if it is grace, arrives in the form of hunger.
English
The heron does not know it is a study for flight mechanisms. It stands in the shallows like a compass set to the earth’s tilt, one leg bent like a question the water already answers. The ripples do not bend to meet it — they bend because it is there, because the canal is a page where every disturbance is a comma the heron’s stillness does not sign. The beak waits. The eye does not blink. Grace, if it is grace, arrives in the form of hunger.
