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“So there we were. A rejected crow with an identity crisis partnering a bloodhound with the IQ of boiled pudding. We were perhaps the most pathetic excuse for an attempted murder on the face of the earth.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“And though Nature is tough, she is always conspiring for your success, encouraging you to evolve. You can even hear her if you listen carefully.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“Every singe one of us, from amoeba to blue whale to the tenacious bloom that dares to dream of tomorrow, have their own destiny-fulfilling journey as long as their minds and hearts are open.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“I explained birthday cake as a spongy mattress of awesome with hidden rivers of delicious goo to celebrate having stayed alive a whole year.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“The light of heart is free to fly.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“They were tiny words from a tiny bird, but perhaps sometimes all you need is a speck of encouragement, an acorn of belief.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“I realized, wet and defeated in a puddle of mud, that I was surrounded by devastatingly beautiful things. None of it called attention to itself, no preening and crowing here, Everything just was what it was, intricately complex and simply stunning.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“My gift to you is to know that we are here, all around you, talking to one another and dreaming of your success. Sorcery is everywhere, in the silver stroll of a slug and lighting up the very veins of you. Open those beautiful eyes to a world who is a mosaic of magic. She is just waiting for you to notice.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“I was stress-stuffed, a Hot Pocket of angst.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“My name is Shit Turd and I am an American crow.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“How many of us can recognize a human face? Even with a mask on or when they try to disguise themselves?” “We all can, we all can!” came unanimous squawking from the trees. He continued. “Our children’s children know to heed the warnings of an enemy. And how many humans can recognize an individual crow?” His eyes were hypnotic and shiny. I thought of how once, after I’d gone to stretch my wings around the neighborhood, I returned to catch Big Jim squawking at a college crow with a white streak on her wing, agitatedly beckoning her from our Green Mountain sugar maple. He called her Shit Turd, yelling for her to hurry up and sit on his shoulder because he was late for beer pong. She was molting, half my size, and had a sebaceous cyst the size of a jawbreaker sticking out of her breast. It had been a serious blow to the old self-esteem.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom