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damn duck mortals

She is a phantom favoring feathers though souls wiser may have had more practice in getting started well before the dawn and in scoping the local eateries. Maybe she missed the river hatchery and maybe she shed a tear when … Continue reading

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tumbling ah

Finch! Fuck that’s what it was. Finch. Now finches can damn straight come in gold. And a cardinal can damn straight – damn straight is sometimes scarlet meaning a scarlet finch meaning the cardinal will once be scarlet remain scarlet, … Continue reading

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Had to grab the digital when the dove appeared; appearance unreal, bearing calm yet not exactly at perfect peace as it was a dove and doves cock their heads like they’re frustratingly not quite in tune yet a ruffle upon … Continue reading

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