Tying Up Loose Ends

Day 44:

A little more work today on the Grey panel of the shrug. I counted my hearts and flowers for Pride: 129 in the current batch.

Shapeshifting
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Before I was born I was a little owl
gliding over moonlit fields
listening with the dish of my face
feeling my way through air
as a fish feels the water
which is both its existence
and its road.

When I die, I will curl into the womb
of the World, the coils of my snake body
sliding through the passages of earth
which will be both my pathway
and my truth.

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