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Walking Alone

Walking alone.
On that empty trail.
With that fresh snowfall covering it.
I am walking alone.
It is silent.
No noise, except for the sound of my feet.
Crunching on the frozen ground.
I am walking alone.
But suddenly, I stop.
I see something in the trees.
I turn, to see a red bird.
Stop, and land in the middle of the road.
The red bird is a blur on the new-fallen snow.
I am walking, but this time, not alone.





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