5 Minute Freewrite: Sunday Prompt: Fallen

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Prompt: Fallen
He stood tall like an Iroko tree
When he walks in the streets
His peers wish they were like him
You cannot help but love him
For he had no foes nor enemies
But a day came
And no one saw him again
The news...he has fallen
To the cold hands of death!

An entry into @mariannewest everyday freewrite using the Prompt "fallen"

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