Intertwine

It was not uncommon to wake to birds, or the whistle from the train that rolled through the valley each morning, especially in the summer when sound traveled into every open window. Same dream. Feverishly searching through pockets for a boarding pass that cannot be found. The other passengers are growing impatient and starting to groan. He reaches into his vest pocket from which he pulls a small blackbird with a silver band pinched around a delicate leg and hands it to the conductor. The conductor removes the band with ring cutting scissors and the bird flies through a window singing loudly. The conductor says to everyone, "Don't worry, it's free."

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