and a single bird speaks in the dead of night, hollow in its tragic beauty.
I hold my breath waiting for another to join its song.
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That is a true story. I’ve often reckoned the chimney tops in view from my balcony hold many secrets. Inside and out.
BOONWRITER 
the smalles thought tells the most sometimes
Thank you Ann.
They surely do. But thinking of chimneys and stories for some reason makes me thing of that song. Youd be surprised what you can see when you’re… i wont finish.
It’s good to see you too Narnie (can i still call you that?), Im still Wulfy if youre still Narnie. Deal?
Im planning on getting your books next month (money allowing), cant wait to read!
Damn, I wish I knew that song… am I really old? I’m still Narnie, you’re still Wulfy. Have PMd you about the books 🙂