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SynopsisOnce, in the oldest of days and ages and times, there was a peacock, beautiful and radiant as the pearl interior of a shell.
No, my dear, I make no mistake—in the oldest of days and ages and times, peacocks were all of ivory with the subtlest shimmer of colours rippling through their feathers, like moonlight on water. Why are they different now? Well, if you would wait and listen you would see... Author's Notes
I would love to get this illustrated some day. If you happen to be an illustrator (or know someone who is), reach out to me here and let's see if we can work together!
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