The Subtle Background of My World

Just posting the little details in my life.

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Waiting in the rain...

She said she'd come for me.

My halo shines no more, shattered, and lost, whose shards are so small they'd pass through a needle's eye.

Not pity for I, a talking injured rainbowed bird of prey, did she offer. A peaceful perch to rest upon tonight.

She comes, my rain covered daughter of Minerva.

Her chariot awaits.

So shall I.