Frozen in Time

The oxidized iron sculpture of perched black birds hangs above the cabriole sofa in the living room of my mother's house. Those birds hover forever frozen above the raven lacquered frame, and thick white herringbone patterned couch is bursting with toile and chintz pillows. The cool light from the window of the eastern view to the woods stands in contrast to the warm light coming from the kitchen. Could my affection for blackbirds be that deeply rooted?

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