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// Forever 
// Story: Flash Fiction 
// by Hayquill 
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I asked the wind about forever.
“A bird is forever,” the wind said.
“When I started blowing, there was a bird to catch me in its wings,
and when I stop, the bird will continue flying.
A bird is forever.”

I asked the bird about forever.
“A tree is forever,” the bird said.
“When I hatched, the tree was already there to hold my mother's nest,
and when I die, the tree will continue standing.
A tree is forever.”

I asked the tree about forever.
“A mountain is forever,” the tree said.
“When I sprouted, the ground where I grew already sloped to some peak I cannot see,
and when someday I am felled, by age or axe or storm, the mountain will remain.
A mountain is forever.”

I asked the mountain about forever.
“The moon and the sun are forever,” the mountain said.
“When my continental plates first met, the sky was there to watch over me,
and when erosion has worn me down, the sky will remain.
The moon and the sun are forever.”

I went to Canterlot to ask about forever.
But when I arrived, I turned around again,
my question unasked.
Surely the moon and the sun are forever.
I dare not ask,
because then they might respond.