"Whatcha doin’ today, Sparrow? And what is that god-awful stuff you're singing?" asked Crow. "Getting my beak dirty to camouflage myself better," the sparrow answered, waiting for a reaction. When he got none, he continued, "Digging a hole, stupid, what's it look like I'm doing? And the song is called Lament of the Sparrow. I just wrote it. Sorry you don't like it."
I’m reading every single one and loving your expression. Props to you for your commitment to your creativity and your relationship to your word 🙏👊
Thank you so much Tarah I’m so glad you’re enjoying them. And “relationship to your word.” That feels so great to hear thank you again.