this morning i watched a finch as it worked, a grey-yellow blur fleeting, flitting between the legs of the local miniature library– and i thought how must it be to be a finch? the whole of its being consumed with selecting the perfect strands of detritus for its far-flung nest?
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Rae is a level 26 paladin patrolling the deserts of the Wild West. Six-shooters are better for this type of work than enchanted bastard swords but she's doing her best. What the hell she's thinking writing poetry instead of getting a bard to do it is anyone's guess. View all posts by iimpavid