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Oliver is dead.

After he died there has been no color as sad as the bright green of his feathers. He was moulting at the time, so they keep appearing around the house. His bell hangs in the apple tree where the wild birds make it sound from time to time. We miss our bird.

"the saddest green"

oil on board 40x61Cambridge 290601

© Elena Arevalo Melville 2003