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After the world moved on, so did I, fleeing the agonized memories of the city for the regrowth beyond.

It was there, deep within the peace, far from the abbey where he’d been born, I found him anew, his wings as glorious as when he first burst free, shining color upon my world all over again.


Image by David Aguirre Hoffmann

And they are rejoined, this time for good!

I like to think the glare behind is water and too bright sunlight rather than snow, but maybe you see something different. What would your two line story be? :)