Tonight at the show, after she thanked the crowd, a hummingbird hovered, pointing its needling beak towards her. She didn’t notice, but I did. Hummingbirds see colors the human eye can’t: ultra-violet green, red, yellow. Her voice tonight, the words she wrote, the way she sang-- like colors I’d never heard before. As if piercing the veil, she called in that winged omen, because birds recognize the sound of perseverance, of healing, of creating beauty from truth.
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This was beautiful 🤍