A colorful bird that leaves its perch To fly to distant lands unseen, unknown. Returns to sit upon the shoulders, Preen its plumage, rest its weary wings.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.
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