In case you don’t recognize it, it is super power Wizard Dust. I know, the little plastic vial disguises its super powers. A gift from someone who probably has no reason to believe in super power Wizard Dust, magic, or good…. and yet, that…..
Oh my little friend I sit in awe looking at your wings. How can such fragile and delicate wings carry you so? On a day where I thought surely the wind would make all images blurred how can such transparency dance…..
A tree rooted moon. A lunar atlas of streams, highways, and byways. The touch and vibration of a tree nurtures my day. To bend my neck back and raise my eyes to say good night to the moon is my lullaby before sleep. Not even a half…..
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