Sunday, April 6, 2025

Ginger

Scent of a field on the outskirts of a city, enclosed by a revelation of blue mountains. Yellow and indigo wildflowers sway in the light, radiant after rain. Broken stalks snap under your feet. Past languages and untold lives whisper. 

The earth shines, vast, opulent.

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