Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
As they take wing and their raven black wings touch one another, they become one...mated for life.I'm still seeing ravens William. I can't help it.Keep that "mug" at a tilt...you don't want all foam and no ale :-)
Come to think of it, “Raven’s Wing” would be a good name for a dark beer....
It's always a pleasure to drop by and hear your voice.
Thank you, Elizabeth, that’s nice of you to say.
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