[SLOW. . . GENTLE. . . EXHALE. . . the seeds in his hand are almost gone, at least, so he won't have to stay stock still like this for long!]
[and eventually. . . the food is gone, and the birds flutter away, their bellies now full and perfectly satisfied! Edamura holds his now-empty hand to his chest, fingers curled against his palm]
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[and eventually. . . the food is gone, and the birds flutter away, their bellies now full and perfectly satisfied! Edamura holds his now-empty hand to his chest, fingers curled against his palm]