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It is a pale pastel afternoon. The skies are shaded white fluttering into granite.
All seems distilled while the buss waits for the ferry to arrive. While most gaze upon their phone screens my eyes search along views where green bushes stand .
 
Suddenly there is motion, was it just the breeze?
I gaze with intent until I get a glimpse of some squirrels. I see how one climbs along the branches, another comes in sight. Oh such mischief, such bravery, almost looping. Paragliding through leafy fingers. Such utter joy becomes me. The total bliss of it all makes me forget all numerous details of that day.
 
One of them is running in and between the bushes, another is standing aside. I can clearly see its face. The squirrel seems to notice the buss where we all sit, we who were on our way home, so tired of our actions, close to the end of our days.
 
"Listen" he seemed to signal "look, I am aware of your importance, I am aware of your quest, I dare you , may our chivalry remind you that heraldry is an art"

" It is time" I said  
" Your vessel is leaving , may you return safely to your walking sands" he said "  
" Sibling fare thee well"  

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