Eilidh
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Joined: 09 Apr 2005
Posts: 1880
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Open sky
"Look behind you,"
his chapped fingers pointing toward the open sky.
"The birds are migrating,
So beautiful."
As his eyes,
usually hollow,
sparkled,
inhaling the charcoal wings
beating,
I could not help but wonder
if he would soon migrate, too.
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