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Alula

Alula

He stayed with me as long as he could, a gentle heart beating against gracious wings I could only in his stillness admire. He watched me for two days without moving, without knowing there was more to observe than me, that he had choices, and a limited time to make them. He’s gone now, but the sense that I am just like him remains.

The Fly

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