yammering
@yammering
In morning frost, deer grazed beneath breathless branches Each exhale painted the air with presence Stillness took shape between bites
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Apoq
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It’s amazing how much you said in just three lines. This is the language of the wild soul.
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yammering
@yammering
Weightless now. Breathing slower now.
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