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once a person named little wonder sealed themself in a box. little wonder self proclaimed this box to read, "though we are all better sometimes, a thousand wishes weren't heard by me." and titled the box, simply, "my misery."
a passing trabadour saw her entrapment, and sat down beside little wonder to lament.
the trabadour sang of restless ties to dependancey, to all our strings to humanity, of the woes of loss in misery.
strangers passed by also, tumbling tears upon little wonders woe.
until their tears, throughout the years, began to make a lake, trembling whirlpools on each transition to make.
all through the yearning doors, crows and ravens spouted words and rose high past the people's moors.
one raven commiting to air, out of the lake to see little wonder and trabadour there.
the raven told them they he had brought back the sun, and that's why he and all his brethen, forever more cawed ashes and glided on burnt wings of black, he explained why he had suffered to bring the sun back:
'it was weeping and the earth was dark, humans souls began to toll a mark, a symbol granting them no end to grief, and i flew high in colors to grant them relief'
the trabadour changed his song, and all the passed along, were filled with hope and pieces of sun, and coaxed to little wonder in the box of the things they had done.
of the towers they had built, and the advances of medicine, culture, and compassion and kindness strung from people's guilt.
little wonder wondered, and began to be filled with all the things told in voicings asundered, little wonder began to fill with hope, and when she asked the kind companion trabadour, who had stayed with little wonder year after year, to open the box.
many gathered about to witness, ravens, crows, and people lined up and imersed in the lake, to witness little wonder awake.
trabadour opened the box with his curled hands of compassion, and what came out none could've imagined:
for little wonder was a person whole, and this person's shimmerings broke over them all.
little wonder still wanders amongst the sky, looking down at all the people who live and die. and when one stops to mourn their grief, she whispers: 'i survived to see the sun, please look around and see the things we have done.'
Fair Journey.
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