Oddly enough, a friend of mine posted a pic of her and a bird of prey landing on her thick-gloved hand. Her face, her wonder, her whole body in wonder, was a joy to watch (in slow-mo, the vid was), and around it all that tension between two entirely separate and distant worlds. Like she was putting her arm into a wornhole.
Oddly enough, a friend of mine posted a pic of her and a bird of prey landing on her thick-gloved hand. Her face, her wonder, her whole body in wonder, was a joy to watch (in slow-mo, the vid was), and around it all that tension between two entirely separate and distant worlds. Like she was putting her arm into a wornhole.
I can imagine!
Wrote a sonnet as an answer poem - https://open.substack.com/pub/tettig/p/the-oracle?r=cywqq&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true I hope it works. R