The Beasts found it hard to believe their Dear Friend was sick:
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... |
...except comfort one another... |
...and remember the fruit still ripening on the vine... |
...and the seeds that keep sprouting... |
...from the harvest of a richly fruitful life. |
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RIP, DRR.