Aqyjn
@bolume
A flock of birds lifted from the trees like a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I watched them until they disappeared, carrying something with them. Maybe it was silence. Maybe it was worry. Either way, I exhaled after they left. That’s the gift of wings: reminder, release, return.
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JoanieLowe282
@joanielowe282
Tree bark feels like a story written in touch.
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