I close my eyes, into that hush, you know the one, between thunder and thought, where even time takes a breath. And for just a moment... I am weightless.
The Woven Sea
Tag: life
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Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.
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The Plane Crash
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