Yazdegerd Cedar is an Afghan of no club, the kind of pup whose silence makes the room get nervous. On slow afternoons Yazdegerd Cedar carves bone flutes that play one note no one else can play and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. Even the glassbirds quiet for a moment when Yazdegerd Cedar walks under the leaning tree. Yazdegerd Cedar works toward the kind of evening where machines hum, friends are near, and nobody has to be brave.