Her mouth was full of moss. Mine was full of her mouth. Have you known the delicate pleasure of feeding one this way? I was open to her, the sharp edges of her beak, gently vanishing – deliberate flickers of the tongue – the fronds and the tufts… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader At karaoke night, a songbird loses her voice perfectsublimemasters June 15 Her mouth was full of moss. Mine was full of her mouth. Have you known the delicate pleasure of feeding one this way? I was open to her, the sharp edges of her beak, gently vanishing – deliberate flickers of the tongue – the fronds and the tufts of dirt they cling to. Previously, I […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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