The Swallow
She stepped out onto her front porch which was bathed in searing sunshine. Blinded, she stumbled across what turned out to be an old rusty birdcage. Inside, hopping around franticly and chirping away was an inky blue swallow. She peered around, wrinkling the already wrinkly skin around her eyes and then, slowly and with a groan, bent down to pick the cage up...
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I've shot my first set and I'm prepping it to be sent in now.... hopefully we'll see it up before long.
And again, welcome back beautiful.