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In the evening, the owls came for me.
Beth Brooke
I did not hear them, so quiet
was the motion of their wings in
the fading light
From ‘Taken By Owls’
As featured in Issue # 7
In the evening, the owls came for me.
Beth Brooke
I did not hear them, so quiet
was the motion of their wings in
the fading light
From ‘Taken By Owls’
As featured in Issue # 7