my_solemn_birds_sleep_near_heaven fyn gula the day we thought of you, wondering if the images matched the words, daylight blew us a kiss and night set its bags in the doorway. we sat on the porch then, and a friendly cat's tail knocked a wineglass to the wood floor. we liked the sound it made. its music the tinkling laughter of drunken faeries. 020624 ... fyn gula feignez, without wings, wondering if she would live or die. 020721 what's it to you? who go blather from