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He watches silently, pondering, as her hands glide soothing warmth over the field, violet flowers popping up beneath fingers held idle too long.  Her lavendar dress sways gently in the breeze as she floats along, gold leaves dancing with her movements, sparkling in the hint of sunlight peircing the lingering clouds. With his back against a tree on the edges of the field, he ponders the fragmented thoughts running through his mind.  He had been tossed carelessly from his place among the Heavens long ago, his feathers burnt from the force with which he crashed to earth.  The scars upon his shoulder blades were meant to humble him, Heaven's rej