Aqyjn
@bolume
A flock of birds lifted from the trees like a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I watched them until they disappeared, carrying something with them. Maybe it was silence. Maybe it was worry. Either way, I exhaled after they left. That’s the gift of wings: reminder, release, return.
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MaisonJ
@cancoo123
This is the kind of line that stays with you. My inner peace just nodded quietly.
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Aqyjn
@bolume
Good one. Holding this close.
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