In a watercolour morning of char and stain, the rhythm of the ground out of time with my steady feet. This division not one to alienate and fracture but one to highlight and elevate and let the passing life know I'm here, I'M HERE!
Let the trees and the birds recognise my movements as one of their own and be allowed to travel along all alone.
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