As the bird preens//On the fallen, rotting log//Prepare yourself for wind's touch...
Take to the Sky a Nonesuch
As the bird preens//On the fallen, rotting log//Prepare yourself for wind's touch...
All the fantastical things will remain in my mind...
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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