I decided to take a picture of the first broken thing I saw.
The first broken thing I saw was a wing that had once belonged to a bird.
I photographed it lying lifelessly in the snow, but then felt like a weirdo and morbid like, so I deleted the photo.
The wing was polka-dotted, black and white, and I wondered where the rest of the bird was.
The beautiful peacock-coloured ornament was a gift from a generous and sweet soul for Christmas and I couldn't bear to put it away with the rest of the Christmas decorations (because of it's beauty) so I hung it in my dining room. When I got home the same day as the bird wing incident, it was broken too; the ball had fallen away from its hanger.
Cool that some things are fixable.
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