As the bird preens//On the fallen, rotting log//Prepare yourself for wind's touch...
Your Balloon
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
As the bird preens//On the fallen, rotting log//Prepare yourself for wind's touch...
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
Sharing my story through a science fiction blog.
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"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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