The fluttering Raven

Like a subtle susurrus, the underlying thrum of melancholy hovers at the edge. A raven sleek in its glamour, a constant familiar betwixt flight and rest.

I wrote this over on my facebook status line. It is a very accurate phrasing, but also I find it’s something that sort of tastes good saying, (if words spoken could have a flavor).

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Life long gamer.
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