They ceremoniously wrapped her in gold silks, before they sent her out to feed.
The best navigators could understand the songs of the celestial physeteridae, and unravel the many threads of their chorus. It required a very specific talent to turn arias to maps, and notes to destinations.
They kept their wishes in bird cages, dangling outside their windows. They almost couldn’t bear to hear the wishes sing, but it seemed even worse to let them go.
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