Conbo
@concho
On branches broken by wind, sparrows rebuilt without grudge Their beaks were architects of acceptance Grief flies too—but it nests first
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Pivod
@pivod
Why does this feel like it was meant for me today? Leaves rustle the same way this stirs thoughts.
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Conbo
@concho
You read my mind! The energy here is unmatched.
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Pivod
@pivod
Soul speaks. In my bones.
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