Nothing like singing along to a good song then suddenly feeling something crawling in your cleavage. (It was a loose dog hair, but still, it's nice to know I can still levitate.)

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Ragged Feathers

Hello, this is Ragged Feathers. We talk about writing, art, dogs, tea, knitting, weather, science, literature, history, and other cool things. Your host is Lili Saintcrow. Come in and have a beverage; be excellent to each other.