The juice of the berries spread in my diary.
I look at the shape, and I see what they want to become.
An owl, bearer of wisdom … and a little winged dog, listening to her teachings, heartbeat by heartbeat.
The juice of the berries spread in my diary.
I look at the shape, and I see what they want to become.
An owl, bearer of wisdom … and a little winged dog, listening to her teachings, heartbeat by heartbeat.