Today I took the train into the city and walked past the prison. Around that prison was a fence, and atop that fence was a ring of barbed wire, and also a robin. It was singing so sweetly as to turn the fence into a bough, and the wire's barbs into spring leaf-buds. Its song compelled me stand and free myself from the city and its noises.
That's why I was late for class.
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