The long dark

The long dark

The silence is uneasy. Why don’t the birds don’t sing here? I can see tattered bits of sky above, but the sun doesn’t reach me. Have I always been so tiny? Has there ever been another way?

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About Lisa U

Intensely interested in all kinds of things. Loving life. Looking closely. Always on duty.
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