the moon, like to a silver bow. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} luna_fay) wrote,@ 2008-11-18 20:39:00 |
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Tuesday’s are sometimes magical. I went to the woods with my mother, things between us are happier now. I fed the squirrels, with tiny nuts from my pockets, one of them bit my mother’s finger, it wasn’t as tame as the others near the lake. I counted eleven swans on the lake, and four cygnets, the gulls were making an awful racket. There is a part of the woods where the rooks live, and it’s quite frightening when you walk past all of the tangled trees, you can feel their dark eyes on you, but they are beautiful birds. We were trying to find mushrooms, but they must like the very damp areas, and it was impossible to see beyond the blanket of leaves. It is so quiet there; I think I would feel at home sleeping under the trees, with the big ebony birds as my guardians.
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