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I look to the hills where the monkeys fall down, an action not unlike the cascading of a waterfall, I see them tumbling whimsically down to their deaths, creatures not unlike lemmings. They clasp desperately the branches and twigs hoping they will support. snap-break-snap-snap All they can see before they plummet is the sun so they pray to it. Death's gears turn with minimal disruptions: A few go the other way not rolling down the treacherous incline; bearing no resemblance to the corpses supine My eyes shift to them, curious, It almost looks like they are smiling.

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