Young Geraldine knew that keeping falcons was not for everyone. She hesitated to raise her own arm when she realized she'd forgotten her glove but something in the eye of that bird of prey spoke to her on a soul level.
A magical hum seemed to engulf them as their encountere lengthened. Maybe her soul mate truly was this beautiful bird. Maybe we find love in the unexpected.
Victorian girl falcon bird prey gothic frame
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