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all is fine, and {inky} well

.. please, give her some (hope, that thing with feathers) ………….quill, something with which to scritch ….herself ……..sane.   .. Prompted by Miz Q, day 14. Still catching up, backward. 

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Fledgling Thoughts, Caught

.. They are the stuff of fluff, and float. Of pillows and bed and quiet nesting. Of arrow quest and scritching quill. Of flutter. Of hollow bones and hope and reasons to fly. We collect them in jars and quivers, … Continue reading

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Caged Bird

… She of feathers. She of song. She of longing and hope perched deep. She of unquiet sleep and azure dreams. She of distant shores and shadowed bars. She of want and wandered things. She stands. Stills, …………………………………….sings.   .. … Continue reading

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