a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
The ocean was beautiful, always calling to the attuned. She'd grown up on ships most of her childhood, swinging from ropes and perching in the crows nest. But her search for her brother had continually come up empty, and she was never more alone than she was right now.
The ocean felt like home, a familiar home, and so when she was brooding over her loss of family and lack of new family, she came to the blue waters, laid out on the sand, or digging her toes into the sand just within the wet lap of the water.
Today, though, she was distracting herself by hunting for oysters in the soft sand, a bag slung over one shoulder and a little shovel in one hand.
Delphia
The ocean felt like home, a familiar home, and so when she was brooding over her loss of family and lack of new family, she came to the blue waters, laid out on the sand, or digging her toes into the sand just within the wet lap of the water.
Today, though, she was distracting herself by hunting for oysters in the soft sand, a bag slung over one shoulder and a little shovel in one hand.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
