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Standing alone on the Mesa top... with the ever-present eagle on my arm...
Seeing the blue/gray of the darkened sky fills me with dread... Looking down to the below... the view is indeed startling... Homes... but, no longer homes, I see... Shells that are darkened the same colour as the sky... Emptiness prevails... doors and windows are gone... Trees stand only as trunks... bare and dead... no longer crying... No breath of air at all... Tears run down my face... with the knowledge that this is the end... The end of life as know it to be... Understand of what is to come... Floods my senses... Back
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