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I am a waxwing feathered in snow fat on juniper with a wingspan 6 months long in either direction. I sing the hollow bone electric above the din of coyote wolf pack on the hunt ... winter's whispers to bare branches. there's no sun to sing to. there never has been. I will take flight, I will find it 6 months long in either direction.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
waxwing
I am a waxwing feathered in snow fat on juniper with a wingspan 6 months long in either direction. I sing the hollow bone electric above the din of coyote wolf pack on the hunt ... winter's whispers to bare branches. there's no sun to sing to. there never has been. I will take flight, I will find it 6 months long in either direction.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
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