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last night, just home from our walk, i looked up and saw a robin torpedo across the twilight sky like a fiery orange comet.

i wish i could lift up my hand up and point him out to you. so you could see him too. he blazed by so fast, wings tucked in a high-speed dash to the finish. so fast and yet the image hangs sharp and ripe in my mind, like a slow, stark memory that’s burned into me forever.