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Echoes full of knowing (NPM ’16-Day 14)

  Echoes full of knowing I look a lot like little mouse little mouse with wings. At dark leave attic of your house to hunt for creepy things. I swoop and swirl, dive and glide but hardly use my sight, prefer in dim moon-shade to hide while scrounging food at night. I have the rare… Continue reading Echoes full of knowing (NPM ’16-Day 14)