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Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.
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