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Among dry bones, vultures stood still, regal without effort The sun bleached everything but their patience Waiting, they proved, is a form of skill
It’s funny how we romanticize the past and fear the future, while ignoring the present.
A grove of birch trees shimmered under the setting sun, their white trunks glowing like pillars of whispered memory, each standing as a sentinel in the hush of twilight.
Feathers painted by the wind—nature is the true artist.