No fight left in him anymore… I came across an old raven while out walking my dogs. He was surely old, with ruffled and ragged feathers that matched his time-worn black beak. It just didn’t seem as if he wanted to go on anymore. He looked back one last time before walking out to give himself back to the desert sands. There wasn’t any fight left in him anymore.
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