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Birds Flying Over An Empty Meadow

the black birds flying over the meadow filled with wild flowers in a spring day are lonely they are looking for their friends the humans who alas are no more the birds don’t know what happened they are birds after all but they know the cities are quiet and all the humans are gone where they went no one knows or cares and so humanity fades away into the dustbin of history yet another master race alive no more

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Book: Shattered Sighs