But first, another interesting anecdote!

So I was strolling down Charlottesvilles' charming downtown corridors one temperate afternoon in July. I was simply enjoying the day, my momentary solitude, and life that has been and yet too come, all in my short visit to the lively cities' center all for the goal of slackening away the pent up tensions of that mornings work. I had visited my frequents, the parks, the deserving restaurants, what galleries were open, and then had started off to my humble abode when I nearly trampled upon a fallen finch. The departed fledgling was a very common variety, female as indicated by its feathering, had yet to begin any decomposition, and displayed no obvious signs of trauma or damage, no visible indication of why the pour creature had come to be dead on the sidewalk. Yet here she lay beneath the green canopy of one of the few installed trees populating the open mall, not but a step or two from the merchants, dinners, and vagrants all of which were musing in their own concerns far to deeply to take notice of the small brown bird. I swiftly un-pocketed a number of napkins I had acquired thought the day, and cloaked the delicate deceased and carried her away. Together we traversed the downtown, I tenderly cradling tiny beastie as we travel past those which never noticed either of us in life, or as with the case of the departed musician, in death, lest in either case we show ourselves as a annoyance, or as pests to them. It was with this thought in mind that I now walked with her in my hand to the nearest city park, a small oasis of land dedicated to Stonewall Jackson. It was, as usual in daylight, largely abandoned, save for a couple of younglings, and the occasional pedestrian cutting through the green. My new friend and I had a very peaceful burial. It was under the snout of Jackson's' steed that I excavated a shallow patch of dirt, placed the bird and wrappings within, and covered her all without ceremony. I left the park in the shadows of the surrounding city, a bank, a library, a church, and a funeral home each casting their own twilight upon natures' sanctuary. I paused upon noticing another oddity for across the street in front of the funeral home was passing a group of elderly men and women, all carrying instruments of various sorts, no doubt on their merry way into the rosily lit canyons of the city with hearts and minds set to the task of creating song, oh joyous, marvelous, spellbinding song.

If you can decipher enough of the symbolism and metaphors behind most of the story and promptly post them here, then I will give you a full colored commission of one character of your pleasing totally free of monetary compensation. collaboration is acceptable, I'll even do two, hell even three characters if it seems necessary.
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Now for the News!

First off I just today walked into the offices of my local oral surgeon, and walked out some time later four wisdom teeth less on my person, and with wire binding gum as testimony to my doctors skillful hands and dental wisdom. Thats right people, I had my wisdom teeth removed! No solid food for days and plenty of time to dwell on the numerous other issues I have with my mouth...



Lastly, I'd like to thank afenen, nightwolf817 and titanwolf34 for showing me a fantastic, if not slightly quiet time in Stanton VA the day before my surgery. I really appreciate it, and quite enjoyed the occasion, which was also the first meet-up of like mined people I have had the pleasure of attending. I thank each of you dearly for welcoming me as kindly as you did, and look forward to seeing you again sometime soon.


Much love as always!
-The Aro~So