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May 2020
They said it is precious
and that one should take care of it.

So, when like a bird it fluttered over my open palms–I tried my best to hold it
to see its wings unfurl and it’s feathers widen.

I observed even the shadow it cast. It gave shade; it gave warmth.
Guadalupe S Partida
Written by
Guadalupe S Partida  31/Los Angeles, CA
(31/Los Angeles, CA)   
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   MS Anjaan
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