It caught a memory on its own to hurl it toward the veranda, it went outside the house looking over the windy valley their sister followed, they swayed together in the wind. As they swayed, what they remembered took flight clinging to memories that hold onto trees and branches, and to the plants that grow tall with bending necks they merged with the sky for one last time.
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