On a day when the rain soaks your wings
and flying seems pointless,
you look for a tunnel in the underbrush.
and flying seems pointless,
you look for a tunnel in the underbrush.
posted by Heather O'Neill | 11.4.06
The Bougainvillea Hideaway
Enter a hollow of leaves and fuchsia flowers. Random thoughts litter the floor like a bed of crushed petals.
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