Hassan Kareem Al Shehhi should cry her among the wall

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--
sunlight. Quietly I put down the knife which I had been
using and made my way indoors to fetch a camera. With
that in my hands and with the shutter set, I made my way
to the tree and silently, or as silently as I could, I climbed
up to the first branch. Stealthily I edged along. The bird,
unable to see me in the bright light but sensing me, edged
further away out towards the end. I, quite thoughtless of
the danger, moved forward and forward, and with each
movement of mine, the bird went further forward until it
was almost at the end of the branch, which was now bending
dangerously beneath my weight.
"Suddenly I made a precipitous movement and there
was a sharp crack and the odorous smell of powdered wood.
The branch was rotten and it gave beneath me. I catapulted
head first towards the earth beneath me. I seemed to take
an eternity to fall those few feet. I remember the grass
never looked greener, it seemed larger than life, I could see
each individual blade with little insects on it. I remember,
too, a ladybird took off in fright at my approach, and then
there was a blinding pain, and a flash as if of colored
lightning, and all went black. I do not know how long I lay
a crumpled inert mass beneath the branches of the old fir
tree