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I struck a tiny sparrow today with my vehicle. I could see it fluttering on the ground in mortal agony so I turned back. It's eyes were moving and its beak opening and closing in tiny gasps. I picked it up and cupped it in my hand. I could feel its heart pitta-patting above my fingers. It's eyes were watery and it finally stopped breathing. Seconds later its heart was still and not even a vibration went through its tiny body. It was so fragile in my hands. I stroked its soft chest and touched its head and felt a twinge of sorrow for the bird. I realized that creatures of this world are the same as anywhere. They live, breathe and die just as anyone.
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