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Something has fallen. Inquisitive
eyes averted skywards. A bundle
of twigs made the tree home to
feathered lovers. Who sang out,
for courtship, grace or disaster?
It's superficial, there's no shame
involved. Grieve the loss of an
fragile sphere, over the edge it
disappeared. Left to meet its fate
with the ground below. The days
pass, the seasons change and
time still runs. Keep going with
your memories, dear. Move on.
Get gone.