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[May. 27th, 2006|09:28 pm] |
It is an entirely pleasant day, sun shining brightly, breeze softly stirring the grass, cousins calling out from the trees.
Raven hears them, climbing higher to escape the sound.
It is not always a bad thing to be alone.
But eventually he spirals back down, pulling up again just shy of the lake.
There are only so many places to fly, here. But he will take what he can, so. |
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