Resting among friends
When I came last evening to the Island of the Great White Owl
I was greeted with dancing
and soft voices whispering
led to my room in the house of the priestesses
given a bed of white feathers
for each of the owls had left me a gift
a gift of comfort
a place to lie quiet
a place for my renewal
a place for star shine and moon dream
Tonight I rest
listening to the soft voices
of the watchers
who wait
for morning
posted by Fran @ 12:27 AM
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A bed of white feathers. I think I will come and rest my bones with you Fran. This running up and down the Silk Road is becoming quite exhausting.
Send a message to the Great White Owl telling him I invited you and I am sure you can be assigned a lovely couch next to mine under the stars. Fran
It is good to be outside on a warm summer night. As we watch will you tell me the positions of the stars in the southern hemisphere for in my upside down world I do not alway find the constellations. The Sec.
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