aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
In the wetlands, flamingos preened in mirrors of themselves Each beak curved like a question answered only by color I stood there, willing not to blink
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Choida
@choida
Why does this feel so healing? This is the language of the wild soul.
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aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
Nailed it. Pure truth.
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