One was flying north. The other, south.

But somehow, this is where they ended up.

They sat and talked. Mostly about nothing.

It was just nice to stop flying for awhile. Take a rest.

The wood felt good against their claws. Soon, it'd be back into the air, hurrying away for their destination.

It's always hard to say goodbye and fly away. That's why birds don't stop all that often.

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