winged migration
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
Same as it ever was....
Everything is fragile in this crackable egg of a world.
Still out here.
Heart so full.
Eyes brimming.
Still miss my greatest friend, as I predicted I always would.
Still wishing for every bit of time to hold a pen in.
Well, I'm back.
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