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In an old hollow, badgers burrowed past memory Their claws rewrote roots and history They dug comfort from dirt
Above the mesa, hawks circled in widening spirals They barely moved, but owned the sky Stillness can be a form of flight
I used to chase love. Now I chase silence, and let love catch up if it wants to.
The elephant's trumpet echoed across the valley Not rage, not fear—just voice And the valley answered in wind