The Beasts found it hard to believe their Dear Friend was sick:
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| So green, so lush, so full of growing fruit! |
But despite:
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| Denial |
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| Anger |
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| Bargaining |
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| Depression |
The Beasts finally had to come to:
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| Acceptance. |
Their friend was gone.
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| There was nothing left to do... |
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| ...except comfort one another... |
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| ...and remember the fruit still ripening on the vine... |
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| ...and the seeds that keep sprouting... |
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| ...from the harvest of a richly fruitful life. |
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RIP, DRR.
