{Forever at my heel.}
Dear you,
A day (nay, make that a day AND its comrade night) more capable of going in wrong direction I’ve not yet had misfortune of meeting. Today, tonight, all of it, one backward canter perfectly performed. Perfectly polished to such a gleam that I see my form everywhere reflected. Reflected on the ground. And on the feathers of the giant birds who haunt my every step. Wings browbeat.
Redo. Retrace. Rework. Refit. Remodel. Relink. Repeat. Re-, re-, re-, up until I think I’ll snap if I don’t yield to the humor that comes from a day committed to the retracing of steps.
Yours tangled up in melodrama,
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+ Something new soon coming! A new home (to run alongside this space here) specifically for my Dear You suite.
+ A Year of Southern Hemisphere Birds: Louise's feathered piece one step nearer to completion