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I was walking home this afternoon and came across the remains of a small bird on the sidewalk. It seemed forlorn and rather poignant, just laying there dead while the rest of the world bustled by, not noticing.
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After I was done taking these photos, I put the bird in a snowbank and covered it with snow. It seemed wrong to just leave it in the middle of the sidewalk to be trodden on. I came across a dead bird on campus a few months ago in the middle of the sidewalk, and regretted not taking the time to push it to the side.
Project 100, #56, #57.
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