Abandoned, no longer of use.
Caught up in a sudden gust of wind.
Dragged this way and that, in an undulating rhythm created by nature.
Swirling upwards, heading for heaven.
Destined to spend eternity flapping like a flag
snagged in the branches of a barren tree.
Thus the fate of a discarded plastic carrier bag.
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