Lizzy McDermott
Joined January 2022
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January 14 2016
It was just after sunrise as I watched a snow-white barn owl drift slowly down the length of the field from the comfort of my warm bed. Wings spread wide, flying about six feet above the frosty grass, she momentarily acknowledged me as she searched for her next meal. "This has got to mean something." I thought to myself. "Maybe she's finally ready to release me from the curse."
By Lizzy McDermott2 years ago in Fiction