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Post by Tink on Nov 15, 2003 17:12:41 GMT -5
DW was being rather critical as she hopped from tree to tree on her search for a good nest site. Finally she chose one with a good, strong, but flexible branch over hanging the river. "Diving board..." She began to add leaves and strips of cloth from torn blankets in the castle, etc. Ah, her nest was going to be a wonderful place.
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Post by Tink on Nov 19, 2003 20:51:00 GMT -5
DW hopped from branch to branch as she finished singing a song:
Let the stars be your guardian
Guide you
'Gainst black raven skies of the night
The winged ones fear no wrath
Goodbye, goodbye
Sweet dear love, I am lost...
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Post by Tink on Nov 20, 2003 17:18:14 GMT -5
DW was done with her nest, she took off for the Outer Edges, maybe something there could interest he.
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