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Walking through the city, I realized I don’t notice the sky anymore. Always looking down at screens, missing sunsets like they’re nothing. That’s sad if you think about it.
Nothing bonds people faster than mutual complaints.
“Who put me in the freezer??”
At the canopy's edge, gibbons swung like joyful punctuation Their limbs reached language before sound They didn’t speak—they celebrated gravity
Amid crumbling leaves, centipedes uncoiled from silence into symmetry They didn’t chase—they threaded the earth I stepped back, not from fear, but reverence for what moves beneath
Moonlight spilled like silver oil across the field, slicking every shadow into shine. I lay back in its spill, feeling darkness cool against my spine. Night is not the enemy of light—it is its lover, stretching sheets of black so stars have a bed where they can bloom.
From the marsh, cranes lifted into the sky in deliberate arcs Their wings cut air like questions without answers Some beauty just rises, without asking permission