Things thought lost

It’s the little pieces that make up our lives that sometimes make out lives.

I’m a raven girl.  I have always been attracted to ravens – as a gothic-leaning teenager, for their associations with darkness.  And, now for their associations with myth and magic.

I bought this little raven statuette, I believe, at the Tower of London.  I’d thought him forgotten – and I, in turn, had forgotten about him – until a few days ago, when I somewhat randomly remembered his existence.  And in turn, that remembering turned him up in a drawer where I am certain he hadn’t been only days before.

He sits now watching over the bedroom.  I think, in time, he shall migrate to watch over my writing space.

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