One has lost her wings.
Harpies have a bad rep, But do you really want to meet one that can’t fly?

We start again, at an age I never dreamed I’d reach. An age I was never meant to reach, according to my family. Oh well, I don’t visit the cemeteries they now inhabit. Too far to travel. I can talk to air here at home; or better yet, throw it all out here and never mind that it won’t mean anything to anyone who reads it. Or decides it isn’t worth the time.