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Oct 2013
He lay in a pool of blood...

More and more people started to crowd around him...

He looked left
Then up

A single tear emerged
Then rolled down his cheek

Not enough time

He mumbled through his teeth as
he groaned from the pain

More light...

More light...

Then he stopped moving completely

His eyes remained fixated in something he had in his hand
as he lay lifeless on the floor
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
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