Unripened blackberries flirting with the too-high sediment of rivers. A stalk of bambo, once a sword, now soggy and forgotten as it floats downstream. The disembodied head of a beaver appearance from surbunt foliage, treading small and cautious circles. The sun tattooing itself into tomorrow's carcinomas. A hummingbird sat still for an eternity, on a branch always just out of reach. Whispering the gratitude of unspeakable names in crescendoing canticles.
5:36 p.m. - 2022-07-15
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