Heather OC: Week 90 of 208

Twin Geek

6 days ago

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A mid air stumble. The saddest

Thing I’d seen that day.

Grace disrupted by time and

Its cyclical cruelty. Blind,

Perhaps, and drifting over

The strip mall towards

Clear brook and trout - her

Giant wings displaced -

We watched in agony as she

Regained her strive - glided

On approaching home. We

Safe on the road kept going.

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