She knelt down, her little sun dress brushed the feathers, toes splayed from beneath the hem as she wept, shoulders trembling, one long tear trailed through play time dirt on her left cheek. Her father knelt down beside her and they sighed together at the lifeless sparrow.
He kissed her curls, rocked her in his arms.
I know, her quiet whisper shimmered, it lives in the sky yesterday. He put his head on top of hers, shook.
She moaned low, tremulous sobs. I see it.
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Beautiful moqui. Reminds me of a childhood reality and brings feelings of good memories and tears of family tender moments. well done.
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