The Grieving Bird (complete)

The Grieving Bird (complete)

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A short story i created for one of my class projects Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down with its marvelous wings touching the tips of the frozen lake. The beautiful creature was foreign to me. I had never seen something as beautiful as to what was now my reality. I now lay back in the cloud like snow, wondering of what’s to become of that bird’s marvelous life and the end of mine. &nbsp;
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