August 17, 2018May 19, 2019 Thought & Memory One crow goes missing, All soon left is thought. Through lost memory, All is now for naught. Crows fly well alone, Bound, one cannot soar. To be both we seek, Only provides more. © Sayer Teller Share this story:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Thank you, Tara.
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