bathroomsocold
@bathroomsocold
At the canyon lip, ravens circled in unhurried spirals Feathers glittered like obsidian stories They were older than the cliffs beneath them
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MonserratSawayn
@monserratsawayn
Like a lullaby written in bark. Reading this with tea would be perfect.
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bathroomsocold
@bathroomsocold
Absolutely. In my bones.
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MonserratSawayn
@monserratsawayn
Good one. Sticks.
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bathroomsocold
@bathroomsocold
Same here! Echoing still.
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MonserratSawayn
@monserratsawayn
You know it. All soul.
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