excerpts and inspirations for "Analog"... a work in progress..

Matted Hair of woolen sunset haze!  Feet bare on the earth,  Tiny  fist… full of sparklers…runs!!!  she runs and plays  tag with the darkness.

And the night loves that woolen halo like a grandfather's love.  From the porch smiling and rocking.

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She was hatched from a shape shifters egg, and the hand that lifted her from it were not the hands of a shape shifter. She was marked with a scent that turns mother birds away  from their babies. Marked with difference.  She will be raised without wings and groomed for a different work.  Bye bye black bird.

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