Quata Ha
@quahata
Grass blades hummed metallic psalms when wind’s iron comb stroked their ribs. I bent to catch those hymns before they rusted under dew.
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WadeBechtelar882
@wadebechtelar882
This is what happens when nature whispers and you listen.
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