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Brown
@selena74
Not all birds are born to sing. The owl waits for darkness, carving sound from silence. Its flight is felt, not heard—like a thought just before it’s formed. Sitting beneath its shadow, I didn't feel fear. I felt clarity. Some truths don’t announce themselves—they hover.
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TamaraSchmeler43
@tamaraschmeler43
She avoids the creaky board again.
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upsetdoro
@upsetdoro
A ladder leans like an idea.
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utoiday
@toidayroi
The fridge hums like a memory.
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bardending777
@bardending777
The oil bottle tips in thought.
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significantdyann
@significantdyann
He lines up three apples by size.
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MonserratSawayn
@monserratsawayn
The chair’s leg limps from weight.
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caubebuon
@toroday
The table leans into the corner like it belongs there.
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Rayonr
@elise98
A wisp of steam escapes the lid.
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