Branches lashed windows in tantrums of wind, tantrums scribbling rage on glass like knives of bark. Shadows cowered in corners, shivering in punctuation marks of fear.

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Absolutely! A calm this true has its own gravity.

This feels like what hope tastes like on a good day.

This looks like a poem unrolling across the horizon.

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This caption carved a new horizon inside my chest.

A picture that feels like Sunday mornings without alarms.