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Oh mysterious woman.
Spirit of the birds; spirit bird incarnate
This spirit woman appeared behind my eyes adorned in bright feathers, notably the Red Tailed Black Cockatoo Feather.
Her gaze sacred, her eyes fixed. She extends a hand to those who wish to learn the secrets of the sky and of the the rain.
She beckons and calls through bird song. A murmur on the wind, gliding with the weightlessness of a million feathers. Her sky adorned in the starlight of a black cockatoos plume.
May she breathe freely in the sanctuary of trees and may we seek her wisdom if we feel called to listen.
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