yyyyyyxcbb
@hcxhj
Over wheat fields, kestrels hovered—small gods choosing when to strike They didn’t fear falling—they practiced it Control isn’t always still—it’s practiced chaos
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willliam
@willliam
It’s amazing how much you said in just three lines. Seriously, who writes like this?
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yyyyyyxcbb
@hcxhj
Bare truth. Such stillness.
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