Moonlit night.
Hooo! Hooo!
Still prey.
Another six worder for the Flash Fiction challenge. I must be on a six word roll.
So why am I depressed? That’s the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don’t know either. All I know is the chronology.~Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story
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Thanks for the link. Love the story. Love the ‘shrooms. I will share this with my sons, who both cook professionally.
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Thanks for the pings. Like the blue toes.
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What a striking photo of the owl. Such a beautiful bird [at least this one is :)]. Back home (Zambia), some people regard owls as witches/wizards – what a pity.
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Thanks for the comment. I can’t take credit for the picture. I borrowed it from Wikipedia, but I will take credit for the dramatic colors. I fooled around with it using an editor. I can’t imagine believing them to be either, but I kind of understand it. They do have an aura of mystique about them.
Nice blog you have.
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