for refusing to shine his shoes and her silver she was sent to live in the barn

never had she been happier,

she woke warm and happy

hay entwined with her golden hair

and warm milk filled her growing belly.

she was brayed and clucked to, the swallows filled her with song and seed

and the moon followed her everywhere.

weeks later when they came looking for her

she unfolded her wings and flew out the high open window,

she never thought to look back.

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happy holidays

here's to flying...

here's to not looking back...

here's to finding the sweetness in each of our lives,

our hearts, our intentions...

here's to sharing what we find.

xo