a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
Lirsi furrowed her brow, as she turned to study the owner of the voice. "I'm sorry?" She studied the stranger, unsure of how to respond. It was not often that someone walked up and spoke openly about death, or the spirits. "Who are you?"
She didn't stop gathering oysters, finding no reason to stop if the woman was crazy. And she hadn't yet decided if the stranger was or not.
She didn't stop gathering oysters, finding no reason to stop if the woman was crazy. And she hadn't yet decided if the stranger was or not.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
