it was supposed to be Crow. Beak and tail. but the urge kept coming. Words. in ink. it says:
Summer 77th year 2022 Stand and face in the stick house of Imagination. where you can pray flowers. where Lizard watches and Crow marks the passing of days. No te rindas, grace! in ink.
there is still August to come. and room for more words, should they also come. Summer. my favorite season. 77 the year i have waited for since Seventeen.
