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February 19th. 2014
One of our own, left her tower, a night flight ended abrupt. Downed by someone stronger. Stripped from her body. I placed her back up high. She is floating above stacks of styrofoam fish bait boxes and cups filled with seeds. Seeds from the flowers in her belly, silky haired seeds from milkweed and the tiny seeds of bladder weed. The bees donned these pods as their billowing dresses. Sweet Owl, guardian of hope.
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