YOU ARE READING a walkabout Poetry another way of thinking a close weave 148 24 33 by hughena by hughena Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story when the dream is ready, I'll shed my skin in one piece and travel fresh. I might decide to stay. fly catchers weave snakeskin into their nest. if I don't return, that is how you can use mine