The lorikeet had been trapped beneath the pool cover at least for a couple of days. At first Margot had thought it was just resting: its wings were spread and its eyes were closed as if it had fallen into an exhausted sleep. It looked like a beautiful scarf that had dropped into the water, the threads softly fluttering. She reached with some kitchen ton…
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