I wish to speak of people traveling from here to there, bright bags some thread bare, probably no idea how they even got there.
Blue winged horses
Red winged chickens
The portal open
She peeked through the clear clean glass window as time sped up. She watched the mortals spin tales of themselves, no more of the gods. She watched the individuals and the groups move like the sparrows mesmerizing flight.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
I have 3 minutes. That Arday guy Cambridge uni gave a doctorate in sociology and education is extraordinary embarrassing and sad for him but he and they are all responsible. It’ll get worse.
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