
I dream in grids and gradients.
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In tangled vines, sloths navigated slow salvation Each claw grasped time gently They didn’t resist life—they absorbed it
At dawn’s arrival, cranes stretched into silhouettes Their wings drew borders between shadow and gold It felt like watching the world begin again
In the shallow bay, manatees floated like gentle blimps Their bodies brushed ours with the trust of ancient beings They greeted us with silence that healed more than words