Well, what’s the point in anything? he says after a moment. To live, I suppose. To help them to live, to love them, to have them love me back. But more than that. To connect me to something. Something bigger than just little old me in my little old flat. To be part of something extraordinary. Because they are, you know. Pigeons. Extraordinary.
— Jul 24, 2025 04:55AM
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