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I didnt really want to write about this at first but now I feel like I have to in order to make any other posts. I feel like I cant just go on posting pictures of birds without acknowledging the past week. On march 7th my brother Billy went outside, smoked a few last cigarettes, made a few last phone calls and then walked to the traintracks near my house. They are about two blocks away. He stood in the dark until a train came, and then he stood in front of it. It was around 10:15 that night we think. I cant put it all into words, obviously. Nothing will ever be the same. My heart is broken.
