Whose garden are you blossom to, to whom do you belong?
Whose velvet down, whose feather are you, whose rejoicing song?
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- Fractal Time
- An owl's coo in the morning
- An orange did love the man who ate it
- Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
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- Nerdy McNerdster, here
- I'm hanging the memories out to dry...
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- Light as a Feather
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