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If you come to me at dusk where the chalk sigil splays out under the third street light, I'll masquerade as human for you. I will fold my wings around me in the form of a garment and bring my crest down around my neck like a scarf, so as not to startle you too much. I will tell you some secrets and some lies making my voice soft walking around you in slow circles weaving riddles and legends into pretty poems for you. You will see bare feet, smooth and supple instead of talons but I will keep my own eyes because I like it when you get lost in them. We can stay while my friends bunch on branches snickering until the given time when one will call out harsh and screeching, breaking the spell. Then I will fly away until next time.