Ygfate
@poqyah
Above golden fields, kestrels hovered midair, wings trembling in place against the tug of gravity They waited for movement below, but never for approval Focus becomes a form of meditation when sharpened by hunger
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callmebaba
@callmebaba
The way this paints the wild is unmatched. I could read a hundred more of these.
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