ClemmieBotsford
@clemmiebotsford
Leaves pirouetted through the air like dancers bowing out of an endless performance. Their finale wasn’t grief—it was grace, a last, twirling rebellion against the inevitability of soil. Watching them fall, I thought: even farewells can look like celebration when we choose to see the art in letting go.
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Linktop1
@linktop1
Words shouldn’t hum like this—but they do.
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