windwaves

Updated: April 30, 2025

I am always sorry for 'em to see 'em a walkin' round there, a wantin' to fly a not forgettin' how it seemed to have their wings soarin' up through the clear sky, and the rush of the pure liquid windwaves a sweepin' aginst 'em, as they riz up, up, in freedom, and happiness, and glory. Poor little creeters.

Marietta Holley - Samantha at Saratoga