Tired celestial crow with the discipline of a soldier, yet a capacity for wonder, falls in love with a hopelessly flawed mortal species, dons their flaws upon his shoulders, conflates problems upon problems with his obsession to fix and heal. Screws up beautifully, sees nothing in black and white but in hues. Hopelessly awkward professional dork. Once helped a catatonic man to listen to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. Identifies emotionally with honeybees. Bore witness to the dawn of life on earth. Victim to wilier and crueler members of his own species, and their efforts to bureaucratize the higher resting place of all souls. Victim to countless supernatural factions who feel entitled to rob him of autonomy. Still tries, tries, and tries some more.
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Wolf-mother, where you been? You look so worn, so thin You’re a taker, devils-maker Let me hear you sing
Wolf-father, at the door You don’t smile anymore You’re a drifter, shape-shifter Let me see you run ~First Aid Kit **********************************************
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