A falcon’s scream broke noon like a knife splitting bread. Its wings tore daylight into ragged halves, and I chewed the silence left between bites of shadow.

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This caption hums in the hollow of my chest.

This is what a deep sigh would look like if it were green.

A view that feels like it waited centuries just to be seen.

This caption draped hush roots around frost ribbons softly.

There’s something sacred about moments like this.

Reading this curled the night into braids of molten glass hush.

Nature writes poetry we’ll never finish reading.

The kind of beauty you don’t scroll past. You stop and breathe.