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May 12th. 2007
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He is standing in the dark shed, ”Look! I took your wings!”.
He won’t let the duck speak up. The duck sees and knows, there is nowhere to go anymore. He’ll have to stay. The floating House breathes out, a puffy bellow of breath, a sigh, a worried sigh.
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The Dark Lion guy's head looks a bit like a lion, it is an owl pellet, I just added a shield (part of a fish) two yellow pins as eyes. His hands are bound with strings. He does love his duck.
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Coyotes, hawks and vultures hunt at the lake close by, occasionally someone catches a duck.
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