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Fly Away

The smear of blood down the windshield had us both staring straight ahead with disbelief. The bird’s body had slid down the glass and was sitting in-between the windshield wipers. Slowly, Ben opened his truck door and slid out. I did the same, not sure I could stomach looking at the dead bird, but not sure what else to do either.

Ben looked up at the sky, as if he we

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