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In tangled vines, monkeys argued until sunlight waned Their voices wove branches into drama Family, it seems, is the same everywhere
Inside a crevice of broken stone, vipers coiled like whispered threats Their tongues flicked not in warning, but in awareness Even venomous things can be patient
A whisper from the wild.
There’s something eternal about the way light falls on old buildings.