[Drabble Week, 100% OJ] Marching Band
She soars through pillowed clouds, a
blue sky stretching out before her. A soldier older than any other,
she counts only the birds as her brothers in arms; she has outlived
the war that created her, but not the peace that she made from it.
She touches down before a cottage with
a thatched roof, where an old friend waits. She is singing a song as
old as either of them, a melody from their youth. The song ends and
Sham smiles, arms open to greet her; and at last Sora knows that she
has finished the long march home.
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