RE: A Murmuring of Starlings
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This is a beautiful and tender story of lives intertwined by the hands of chance and fate.
He cast his eyes to the west. Winter was coming and the days were drawing in, scattering blue and violet rays across the sky before embracing the yellow and orange glow of the late afternoon.
You paint delicate scenes with your words that bring out the magical essence of the tale. This feels like a great story to read during the Christmas season, but great for any season.
The Memorial Garden was quiet. He sat down on a bench, shut his eyes and allowed the warmth of the morning sun to wash over him. His memories came in waves, ebbing back and forth. He had been blessed with a beautiful life.
Magnificent prose!
Thank you, my friend 🤗 I appreciate your diligent support, always accompanied by insightful and poetic commentary and feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. And thank you for the lovely DM last night! I appreciate you 💗💗