Mimi Sturman
An Aviary Of Abundance -Birds In The Boneyard
In despair, Lyev (a fisherman by trade) fled to the Charra sands in Siberia to escape his heartbreak. Misha was the love of Lyev’s life but misfortune took her away. Misha was an avid swimmer but due to a miscalculation of weather, the sea kept her for its own.
Growing up, Lyev had heard stories of the Charra sands. There were tales of mirages appearing in the form of oases, and loved ones who had passed returning in the form of another and speaking reassuring words. A parting love note.
Lyev came across one of these oases, an aviary of sorts.
With provisions of water, hardtack and dried fish Lyev waited to hear the sweet voice of his love Misha.
Weeks passed and one crescent moon night, Misha spoke to him. Lyev listened intently and followed her words. Lyev returned to his fishing village and began a new life. He remarried, had a child, and he learned to devour each branch of his life like a fresh loaf of buttered bread, lush to the crumb.
In despair, Lyev (a fisherman by trade) fled to the Charra sands in Siberia to escape his heartbreak. Misha was the love of Lyev’s life but misfortune took her away. Misha was an avid swimmer but due to a miscalculation of weather, the sea kept her for its own.
Growing up, Lyev had heard stories of the Charra sands. There were tales of mirages appearing in the form of oases, and loved ones who had passed returning in the form of another and speaking reassuring words. A parting love note.
Lyev came across one of these oases, an aviary of sorts.
With provisions of water, hardtack and dried fish Lyev waited to hear the sweet voice of his love Misha.
Weeks passed and one crescent moon night, Misha spoke to him. Lyev listened intently and followed her words. Lyev returned to his fishing village and began a new life. He remarried, had a child, and he learned to devour each branch of his life like a fresh loaf of buttered bread, lush to the crumb.