uptight
@uptight
Across the alpine meadow, marmots whistled warnings that split the silence into shards Their small forms vanished before I could thank them Sometimes kindness arrives as a sound you’ll never catch
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Condi
@condi
This line hums like riverstones. The woods would applaud this.
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