Can you give a copy of the piece The Man and the Crow?

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The Man and The Crow

He loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.

"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"

Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.

A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face."It's you again." he said to the crow."And I suppose I am unwelcome here?""You leave no marks after you're gone, and I'm satisfied with that much alone."

Strangely enough, that crow was perhaps the only creature that has stopped by his 8th floor apartment without leaving a single dropping. Perhaps, it's even stranger than the fact that it's a talking bird. Not that its beaks moved when it spoke. It's as though it spoke through a voice in the man's head."Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" he asked the bird."You were the first person whose first words to me were not that of riddance.""Doesn't mean I asked you to come back.""I'm a crow. I come uninvited.""I suppose."

He went back to the living room, enjoying the breeze as he slumped down into a white leather couch. He closed his eyes as he let the winds brush against his face. The sky turned from an explosion of orange and yellow into a gloomy curtain of violet and blue. It's been a long day."You don't look too happy." said the crow, staring at him with unblinking eyes."I can't remember the last time I actually felt happy.""I figured that much."

He opened one eye. The crow was still there, groomng its right wing. It was a rather large wing. He began to wonder what it's like to be able to fly. To be able to go wherever he wishes. To be without restraint. To be free. He felt envious of the crow."Say," he began to ask."How does it feel like to be free?""Free?""You know, you get to fly wherever you want to, and no one is there to stop you.""Heheh. You speak of freedom as though it's something you can take so lightly.""What are you saying?""I have wings. I can fly. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I am free."

He was puzzled. What could that possibly mean? To fly wherever you want, to do whatever you like, to have whatever you wish, is that not freedom?"You humans have too little an understanding of freedom. You used us birds to symbolise this meaning. We, however, know that it's the exact opposite. You are not free. And so are we.I fly wherever I want to, but it's not something done at no expense. Every flight I make drains me to death. Everytime I land, I have to land near food. Unless I replenish my strength, I will cease to exist. I am doomed to fly in search of food. Unless my flight is in search of food or for a mate, I die with no proof of my existence.No, human. My flight does not symbolise my freedom. It is my curse, my fate, my destiny. I have no wish to overcome or escape my destiny, for I do not have the freedom to do so."

The man was silenced. He thought about his work. He remembered how so many people envied him for such a position in that big company. How much money he earns every month. And he also remembers the pain of coming home, void of strength all for the sake of staying alive."Unlike me, bound by my fate to forever fly, you can attain the power to break the chains that bind you. You can leave this world and still leave some evidence of your existence and you will be remembered by it. You are unlike me."

He looked up at the crow, which has now turned away from him."You can be free."

With that, it spread its wings and left

Posted by Tristan!!!

The Man and The Crow

He loosened his tie and kicked off his black leather shoes. Sitting on the doormat of his apartment door, he could only sigh and leaned back on his hands.

"Why have I continued to let myself be bound by these chains?"

Realising that he still has that report to submit, he picked himself up and walked inside, leaving the door open, the entrance to his home protected only by a single layer of steel awning. Deciding that he needed some fresh air, he drew away the curtains and slid open the balcony doors.

A large crow sat perched on the rails, staring at him blankly in the face."It's you again." he said to the crow."And I suppose I am unwelcome here?""You leave no marks after you're gone, and I'm satisfied with that much alone."

Strangely enough, that crow was perhaps the only creature that has stopped by his 8th floor apartment without leaving a single dropping. Perhaps, it's even stranger than the fact that it's a talking bird. Not that its beaks moved when it spoke. It's as though it spoke through a voice in the man's head."Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" he asked the bird."You were the first person whose first words to me were not that of riddance.""Doesn't mean I asked you to come back.""I'm a crow. I come uninvited.""I suppose."

He went back to the living room, enjoying the breeze as he slumped down into a white leather couch. He closed his eyes as he let the winds brush against his face. The sky turned from an explosion of orange and yellow into a gloomy curtain of violet and blue. It's been a long day."You don't look too happy." said the crow, staring at him with unblinking eyes."I can't remember the last time I actually felt happy.""I figured that much."

He opened one eye. The crow was still there, groomng its right wing. It was a rather large wing. He began to wonder what it's like to be able to fly. To be able to go wherever he wishes. To be without restraint. To be free. He felt envious of the crow."Say," he began to ask."How does it feel like to be free?""Free?""You know, you get to fly wherever you want to, and no one is there to stop you.""Heheh. You speak of freedom as though it's something you can take so lightly.""What are you saying?""I have wings. I can fly. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I am free."

He was puzzled. What could that possibly mean? To fly wherever you want, to do whatever you like, to have whatever you wish, is that not freedom?"You humans have too little an understanding of freedom. You used us birds to symbolise this meaning. We, however, know that it's the exact opposite. You are not free. And so are we.I fly wherever I want to, but it's not something done at no expense. Every flight I make drains me to death. Everytime I land, I have to land near food. Unless I replenish my strength, I will cease to exist. I am doomed to fly in search of food. Unless my flight is in search of food or for a mate, I die with no proof of my existence.No, human. My flight does not symbolise my freedom. It is my curse, my fate, my destiny. I have no wish to overcome or escape my destiny, for I do not have the freedom to do so."

The man was silenced. He thought about his work. He remembered how so many people envied him for such a position in that big company. How much money he earns every month. And he also remembers the pain of coming home, void of strength all for the sake of staying alive."Unlike me, bound by my fate to forever fly, you can attain the power to break the chains that bind you. You can leave this world and still leave some evidence of your existence and you will be remembered by it. You are unlike me."

He looked up at the crow, which has now turned away from him."You can be free."

With that, it spread its wings and left

Posted by Tristan!!!