Three Royal Purple Shapes.

The Roseate Spoonbill called. A low rolling sound from the throat of the bird. Guttural.

Deep royal purple arrived all at once. Saturated. Not a fade in. An arrival.

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Three shapes emerged inside the purple. Different sizes. One small. One medium. One larger than both.

They moved around each other in slow rotation. Dancing is the closest word.

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The smallest shape spun. The medium one drifted. The largest moved least. They wove around each other without touching. The space between them stayed even.

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The bird called again. The three shapes returned. Same sizes. Same dance.

The shapes faded after the call ended. The smallest first. The largest last. The purple thinned and was gone.