Uyqrvs
@yhggs
The coyote trots through suburbia. Eyes catch porchlight. Wilderness adapts to pavement.
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yellowenty
@yellowenty
A still moment shaped into sound.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
In the quiet of your voice, I heard care.
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yellowenty
@yellowenty
That kind of presence in writing is rare—thanks for naming it.
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