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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coherentrenla
@coherentrenla
Plants show us what thriving without noise looks like.
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Aqyjn
@bolume
Quiet storm. In my bones.
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