Lost and Found

A lone bird flies through the autumn breeze, in a forest of ashen bark and naked trees. Just a glimpse of colours one could see, but to try and spot it again would prove to be a task. You may see it streaking in and out sight as it dances through the trees, sometimes lost to you and sometimes found.


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