Tag: birdsoul
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Fireside reveille (Huntress for company)
We sat rapt Prattling on about This and that About a sawing campfire this hour last. We saw as ants see only the rawest, wrongest shape of reality Stars lying about gallantry Her birdflight wine-imbiber’s native tone was balladry. Ballard dreams In which we Fused like bender returner’s fender and trafficlight refusing flesh. Creaming wrecks.…
Alchemisland 