Broken

 

166She sat in the swaying branches of the golden leaved tree all summer,balanced precariously on a messy twigged nest constructed by the two of them in the v of the branches. All summer she cooed all day, consistently and irritatingly and she sat there so plump and contented. Then in one strong gust of wind it was all over. 171169

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