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"The Weewoo Keeper and the Sea" by miraday
'Tis the last Weewoo tonight flying high alone. All his soft-feathered friends are nestled back home. No other White Weewoos grace Shenkuu’s evening sky. He glides through darkening clouds, shining like starlight. I shall not retire with you still on your journey. I keep the coop hatch ajar and bide my worries. It is my vow to oversee our homeland’s Weewoos: Those who fly between our peaks and afar like you. Soon, the moon rises as pale as your eggshell down. I wait with patience, knowing you will come around. Even when the winds are bad and weather stormy, The day will only end once you fly home to me. The sunset was exceptional that evening: from the peaks of Shenkuu, the amethyst sky yielded to the calm navy of the horizon, the clouds blushing a fuchsia hue as if they were complimented by the rising moon. The nightly mists rolled in and the stars peeked out like little White Weewoos twirling far, far away.

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