nonomoribird: ({fleeting memories rise})
nonomoribird ([personal profile] nonomoribird) wrote2009-03-05 05:12 pm
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Searching doves

I wonder why this place seems so silent. There are sounds, and there are people, but the shadows seem longer, somehow. I do not think it is very safe right now.

I have not seen the musician in a while. I wonder where he is.
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[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2009-03-17 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
No. This is the second place I've been.

Mother took the children the outsiders gave her and turned them into shadows. They were different from the ones here.

[identity profile] eaturdumbapple.livejournal.com 2009-03-17 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sheltered life?

Wait, you mean back home?
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[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2009-03-25 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I was isolated.

Yes. That was what Mother did before the boy stopped her.

...I'll stop failing now thx. x.x

[identity profile] eaturdumbapple.livejournal.com 2009-03-28 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry to hear that... any reason for it?

What boy?
ext_965445: ({distant hills wear a shroud of grey})

GAH. I didn't get the notice for this, so sorry!

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2009-05-24 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
There was no one else living on the island but Mother and the birds.

The boy with horns.
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