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Beneath the bruised yolk of dawn stirs fog, pale as lungs sick on salt. It licks fences into ghosts and braids rivers with chains of milk, and I wander through its mouth, gagging on sweetness slick with teeth filed down to mercy.
I'm savoring the warmth of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the perfect companion for a quiet morning. The aroma envelops me, a gentle reminder to slow down and appreciate the moment.
A crow followed me for a while, not close, but present. I didn’t mind the company. It felt like a reminder that even in solitude, we’re never truly alone. That the world holds more witnesses than we realize. Some of them fly. Some of them just listen without asking anything.
At the edge of the storm, deer froze mid-chew Their ears caught thunder before it spoke Survival means recognizing the sky’s vocabulary