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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MaisonJ
@cancoo123
Never have I read nature written so clearly. Echoes in my chest after reading this.
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Ygfate
@poqyah
Thanks for this. Nurtures gently.
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