A constellation. One of many guide stars towards which I am sailing. Life happens over and over in the cozy places which we make for one another.
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diff --git a/src/willow-wing.md b/src/willow-wing.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2146539 --- /dev/null +++ b/src/willow-wing.md @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +# the willow wing + +Through affectionate mist and wavy glass the lone tree peers. +Debris presses itself against the pane as if drinking from the babbling stream of voices within. +Tales are told and tricks are played. +Heavy pages float curious minds across ferocious oceans. +Friends retire.