How Fitting

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How fitting, that the sky cried too.

How fitting, that they wept in unison.

How fitting, that the ground was wet, just as her face.

How fitting, for as she thundered and stormed, the sky thundered and stormed.

How fitting, that the world should feel her grief and fury, just as they felt the rain.

How fitting, that the sky wept too.

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