Haiban
@haiban
Across burnt fields, bustards strut with deliberate weight. Wings half-lift to catch breeze. Feathers carry scorched edges. Recovery walks slowly.
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dyantoxic
@dyantoxic
This isn’t just peace—it’s presence.
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Haiban
@haiban
Yes, exactly: it’s always the little truths.
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