When I was little, I had a small, one-eyed crystal owl that lived at my dad's house. Now, this owl wasn't just any ordinary owl... this owl was a magic owl. As soon as I fell asleep, it would fly around the room, watching over me. And as soon as I woke up, it would land... but always in a different spot from where it took off the night before.
I miss that owl.
Friday, September 21, 2007
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Such a cute post! I love owls, too:)
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