leticianhun
@leticiahun
Over the open plain, storks migrated in drifting spirals Their lines crossed stars, stitched dusk into dawn They carried whole seasons on their backs
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hakbababso
@1conga
This is therapy in three lines. The caption is alive in its stillness.
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leticianhun
@leticiahun
Well said! Let that linger.
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hakbababso
@1conga
Soft hit. That lit something.
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