Colored like the ocean at dusk when pelicans hover and sunlight lingers only in tidepools.
There is something about those days, the days I find blue feathers, the days I know luck smiles down upon me.
Winged: A Sea Stone
A full wing, because sometimes one needs to feel the full span and scope those feathered phalanges can stretch.
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Every time I finish a new batch of work, I gather them close, lay them out, and declare them all my new favorites.
*In the shop momentarily...*