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 Aug 2021 bones
Gidgette
I can't write anymore. Thats the plain truth. There are no more fairies in my garden. No more cemeteries left to play in. There is no more music left to dance to. I don't know why.
 May 2021 bones
Sa Sa Ra
livin it
 May 2021 bones
Sa Sa Ra
dream dreamer sweetly
albeit u are sleepy if cognizant of this chirper
surely our feathered friends are favored in flurrries of chirp chirping...

tell me a dream sometime...
they are like bed time stories an orphan never heard as a child...
still all is a wonder in the perpetual wilds...
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