January 27, 2007

owls like teenage poetry.

This is an owl in his tree-fort. His world is perpetually dark and constantly peaceful.

He has a lot of time time to think as he sits in his tree-fort looking out over the inky, silent darkness.

He wonders why he lives in such a lonely world.

a tower of solitude is a blessing and a curse.

J/K. He's totally just a silly little bird in a circle tree.

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