Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. – Victor Hugo
Goodbye little baby, sleep,
Under the fall and willow tree…
August 9, 2007
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Very surreal. I like it a bunch, it tickles…
The scientifically impossible I do right away
The spiritually miraculous takes a bit longer
I’m afraid my little doll isn’t laughing very hard, haha. her neck got severed 10 times over when the cover fell on her.
But its interesting! She haunted me quite a bit.
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