i walked outside to find a dead bird on my doorstep this morning. i went out for a bit and came back to find it had moved. i got out a shovel, burried it under a tree next to my house, and fashioned a cross from sticks. i'm not really sure why i did this, but i cried. i cried for the bird and i cried for those i've lost and i cried, i guess a
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