I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear. — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
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I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear.

— Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
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