| Still in some awe at the extent of damage that the flock of robins had caused as they tumbled large portions of its comrades to the ground...a cosmic game of tag...they chased each other from head to head...displacing each other in a flurry of feathers and shrieks... thankful for its own steadfastness of purpose that it had not fallen also..a chronicler of the present as a past for the future..a lonely task...and never done it seems... | |
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