and dazzlingly beautiful if not surreally gorgeous. An amazing performance. All feather and strut.
Dragging wing -- who knew the music of love is the sound of scraping feathers. Makes me think of jagged line breaks in a poem. Or the tips of an artichoke. Ouch.
a teepee with its top bisected, drifting far ahead of winter, she takes the biscuits seriously, no chance of honey, no backward glance
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