the_freedom_of_growing_wings sab [for otterpup, as she well knows] and since i've always like them i am the girl at the prow of my ship steering anywhere she wants it to go carved wooden curls and i painted the smile and my wings stretch back down the hull and the sails make that snapping sound as i turn and change and change again breakneck changes from a painted wooden girl free out on the open ocean of pure liquid choice 040322 what's it to you? who go blather from