She was totally normal expect she had no head. No one knew why this was but she was able to live.
A raven, always on shoulder, spoke for her. He’s words poetic and full of riddles.
She sold flowers, the raven told fortunes. Together they were a spectacle to behold.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/06/11/twittering-tales-140-11-june-2019/ with thanks).
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