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Moonpaw
Why is it that things must come and go? He glanced up at the blades of grass as storm clouds seems to build up at the corner of the horizon; he did not budge away from his place outside. He was thinking... thinking so deeply... not mourning... yet thinking....
One last frozen leaf drifted before him from the tree he was beside; he recognised it and remembered the autumn in the year before, 2014, where gradually the ancient plant stripped itself of it's burden. One by one. Until this one was left.
"I don't understand" he murmered quietly with a hint of sadness and strain.
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