Heidi’s head was oft in the clouds—if it was not heaving a push of tangles of bush—whence, it should be noted, she cared not whether her presence there was either singular or of pair—for, indeed, she was hearted a free bird and any obligation that presented in her periphery the sense of being restricted by an ornithon would, then, require flight—away from heeding such linear scripts black and white, rerouting via arboreal trips skied high—quite. ; )
