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The Grand Blade
The hen and I used to be friends. Buddies. Tight pals. We were close. As close as sisters can be. We used to keep each other company as we exchanged tête-à-tête all day long. We raised our children together. Several mornings, my younglings and I would fly from our nest on the lowest branch of the baobab tree and join her and her chicks down below to plan our day before parting to hunt.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They whirled, swirled and twirled in the night leaving purple canvases that hang low in the dusk, fluffy bright pink shades forming at their edges that seemed to beg you to reach your hand out and touch them.