Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, October 12, 2017

10.12

I put a bird back in its cage for no reason other than vindictive justice. You may call me rude or cruel, but you can't change my actions now. The pitiful squeaking call is flying through the house, but I've put the bird back in the cage. Flying is out of the question.

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