Qui Mata
@quimata
A hawk’s shadow skimmed the meadow, slicing gold like ink across a blank page. And I wondered if flight is less about wings and more about punctuation—pauses written in air, commas curved like feathers holding sentences skyward.
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Considine
@summer71
A sigh slipped knives under the italics tonight.
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Qui Mata
@quimata
Tell me this isn’t the afterlife trailer.
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