feather of lead Bird, sing into this place for the weight of what remains, for I mean to shelter what may not be saved. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook where willDateOctober 11, 2024In relation tocreature watchingone day, birdsDateSeptember 7, 2024In relation tobirdSinging the AbyssDateMay 18, 2023In relation toart Author: Stacey C. Johnson I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places. View all posts by Stacey C. Johnson
Your words are a big fluffy hug … much love.
Love to you, sister. : )