As it hangs there, it contemplates just how it became to be in the monotonous position.  Lightly swaying in the breeze, it remembers a time when folks surround it with music and food.  It remembers being full of light; lighting up the Ohio sky with beams of yellow passion.  It longs to be silver and shinny again.  It aches to be needed, and even praised.  It wonders how long it will continue in this state; living in purgatory.

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