Sphdn
@uhen
Rain jittered like static across the meadow, crackling its hymn into puddles. And I thought: maybe chaos hums sweet too—it hums in drops striking dirt, each beat a confession too restless for silence, too honest for the neat grammar of blue skies.
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@selena74
This makes me want to take my shoes off and stay awhile.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Yes, quiet dressed like poetry.
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