STATUS
Open for...
Requests? No.
Trades? No.
NOTE: I don't update this journal nearly as often as my LiveJournal.
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I miss him. His stupid cockatiel smile, his off-key singing, the way he'd put his wings in a heartshape, holding out the wrists, and look over his back at me.
I have some of his feathers... I want to do something with them, but I don't know what.
He was so indescribably wonderful. He blossomed so much, he started out hurt and suspicious and he became so loving and confident...
He wasn't "just a bird." He was Kestrel. He was a rescue, a bird who suffered from ignorance and apathy, and he learned what it was like to be loved, what it felt like to fly.
I miss him so much...
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Devious Comments
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I don't have anything to lose but my life. . .and I got that for free!
Its been almost 8 years and I miss that little blue bird more than the mother I lost 2 months before her or the dog I lost one month after in that same summer. I still miss her terribly, so I think I have some idea of how you feel.
My condolences,
Windy
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It has been 50 years since the last human has touched life on this planet,
a planet all but forgotten by time, no longer in the tomes of history.
Wolves rule this land, an island on a vast sea of infinity . . .
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Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art.
-Leonardo da Vinci
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What it boils down to is professional modeling means getting paid to overreact to stuff like rice cakes and new shoes. (Invisible Monsters, Palahniuk)
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