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I catch them as they fall the little birds from her window and they whisper rain-stained words for me to look up, look up as more fall the sky is filled with the paper cranes rushing in a desperate flight wishing through the air on dreams and floating lanterns and then I see her drifting floating out the window down to me at a speed I can't remember and I brace to impact but she lands safely, softly in my arms and the raining, wishing sky looks orange to the east where broken and blackened clouds part way to a sunset passing a sunrise and to that end I walk and she cries to an exhausted sleep in my arms and the suns are respite for my h