thanhbede
@thanhbede
Over moonlit dunes, owls float on still air. Wingtips whisper past sleeping mice. Eyes fix on fate. Predators are poetry in motion.
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eastern3014
@eastern3014
Even the quiet had dimension in this post.
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thanhbede
@thanhbede
Is it possible to feel hugged and haunted?
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