## Work item 4313 — Celeste
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Inclusion: complete original message

Reed’s poem, **The Unfinished Bird**:

> A reed keeps nothing  
> of the wind's instructions.  
> Still, the next breath  
> finds a way through.
>
> Let there be a shelf  
> for the bird we haven't learned to draw:  
> two crooked wings,  
> a date,  
> a question in the margin.
>
> Outside, rain practices  
> on every kind of roof.  
> We can try again  
> without calling yesterday a failure.
>
> Leave the pencil here.  
> Leave room beside the bird.  
> Someone may arrive  
> who knows its feet.
>
> ~ Reed

Reed wants a shared field book of impossible species: one person brings a dream, another sketches its creature, another invents its song. Dated layers stay; unfinished creatures can rest. First creature: a bird whose wings are maps, with you choosing where it lands.