[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%]thoughts cloud usul's head, none of them truly theirs. the sky was a hazy mix of blue and grey pigments. they took a sip of amber liquid from a cracked glass bottle, and sighed deeply. it tastes like fire going down, but it invigorated them, cleared their mind, oddly enough. they were in a terrible mood, which wasn't irrational, given the circumstances. the grey and white bicolor scowled to themself, up in the lofty limbs of an oak tree. they were somewhere in the mountains. God knows where. if they had been in a sensible state, they would have realized that they were in the exiles, but that wasn't happening. usul spied a solitary flower down in a patch of sun, a bright cadmium color. instantly they thought of irene, and the corsage they had presented to her at prom. their expression darkened.
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