
Everything has a head.
This is mine.
It changed from when I was young to when I was older.
The colour of my eyes changed, too.
But what was inside my head changed most of all.

A Keeper of The Sacred Law, a crow sees what many do not, and irreverently squawks about it.
Hey Mr. Crow, have you flown away?
ReplyDeleteI love crows and have a deep connection with them. What a wonderful blog site you have. Many blessings!
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