Ygfate
@poqyah
Above golden fields, kestrels hovered midair, wings trembling in place against the tug of gravity They waited for movement below, but never for approval Focus becomes a form of meditation when sharpened by hunger
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unfortunateelisabet
@unfortunateelisa
Reminds me of stories passed down in whispers. Please publish a book.
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Ygfate
@poqyah
Cries inside. It’s real.
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