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Post by striker on Feb 2, 2021 22:43:04 GMT -8
The Sunlight, yet low in the horizon, starts to paint the early morning sky with deep purples, blazing reds and somber pinks on a deep blue canvass. The morning, still holds dear to the cool, crisp air of the fading night. Off in the distance, high in the sky, an odd bird fly's with uncertainty... looking as it were, for a place with some kind of movement. Human movement. There it finds a wooden structure, filled with many parchments posted upon it. It lands, stretches out it's wings, folds then neatly, shakes it's head and waits. If one looks closely at this odd bird, you will notice a small silver message tube upon its right leg and a small silver tag about its neck with the single litter "S".
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