Sing me
into Being,
a breath-born
Galatea exhaled
in the key of D
An Air carried
along air’s edge
By lips & fingers
coaxed,
untethered
Heart tempo’ed
Soul scribed
New-woven
song
of me.
— C.Birde, 10/21
Galatea — A Poem
Nightjars & Damselflies
The writing and photography of Carrie Birde
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Your spirit is uplifting!
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Oh, thank you so much! My writing is a cathartic experience, often to remind myself of what’s important to me… If it resonates with someone else (you!), it’s doubly gratifying! 💓
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