Gaia woke Julia up early that morning,
We should go to the Island of the Dead, it’s today.
What happens today?
I will hear stories that are not whispered on the Wind Tower. We need to leave soon.
Who will tell you these stories? Nobody lives there.
A murmuration.
Julia asked nothing more and played with the sound of the word, which had no meaning to her, until they landed on the island.
helobiae 
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I think this is one of the coolest blogs I’ve seen: different and so creative.
I really like murmurations … bless you all