Owls in the Atrium
Where the Owl rests and the Thought forms.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Little Wings (the afternoon arrives)
I heard it flutter.
Be who you are. Be yourself. Give yourself, your real self, and do not fear of losing those that love you. You will never truly feel loved until people can love who you truly are.
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