This is Tinting. He's a Sri Lankan Palm Squirrel who was a bit too brave for his own good and jumped from his nest. So I'm going to try to raise him. He's eating Creamy Banana Porridge for babies at the moment.
I've identified the thin light as sunlight coming through a crack in the door. :( Not identified the large one and I really can't explain what happened with my phone.
Sometimes I feel as lost in this world as Joe Black. It feels alien to me and I don't know what I'm doing here. These are my Angel stories, experiences and whimsical musings. If you have found your way here then welcome. Some of you may have similar experiences and stories of your own. Others may wonder what on earth this is all about and surely these are the ramblings of someone under the influence of a powerful delusion. Maybe, maybe not. If I am, I am not alone. My life is more colourful because of it.
Ever felt an angel’s breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel’s favorite hiding place. ~Carrie Late
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This is Tinting. He's a Sri Lankan Palm Squirrel who was a bit too brave for his own good and jumped from his nest. So I'm going to try to raise him.
He's eating Creamy Banana Porridge for babies at the moment.
I've identified the thin light as sunlight coming through a crack in the door. :(
Not identified the large one and I really can't explain what happened with my phone.
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