The Gray Wind blew and the sparrows fled to hide under eaves & in the thick bushes. They knew the story the breathless gale wanted to etch into them. Story of a breeze always beneath the clouds. An empty blustering life moving away from the sunshine days. A cold wisping heart lost in a tempest.
The sparrows fluffed their feathers up & huddled close to each other. Waiting for the Gray Wind to pass, knowing it always would, further on & on.
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