Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Fall of Single Feather...
Food.
Yesterday's lunch.
Prepared by me. Cooked by me. And you better hope, not eaten by you.
The potato tastes weird for some reason.
Later...
Taken by one of the magicians::
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My Wings grew somewhat unconditionally, fostered by several of my closest magicians.
They're white, and black at significant sides, straight and alined.
I have no comments on the character of my own Wing, only that I have learnt to love it, as it is a part of myself.
It is me.
I've just tried to say something cool and emo, so I'm going to leave this here so that you'll all know you didn't visit the wrong place. =D
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