You Are Now Tuned In.

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As the Cockatrice reared back, light and a dark ocher spilling from the place in its neck where her arrow’s shaft jutted out, she rose to accommodate her follow-through, the fly back of her draw arm, the drop of her bow arm, the time dance that perfected in the present what was already in the past.

The song was complete.

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