Hunger Quenched
Returned to bird sounds and rustling grass, the morning quiet nurtures my soul. Glaciered mountains span the far horizon as the broad sea slowly moves
July 30, 2022
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Returned to bird sounds and rustling grass, the morning quiet nurtures my soul. Glaciered mountains span the far horizon as the broad sea slowly moves
The sun rises and I rise, welcoming the light of summer’s warmth spread across the sea. I rest within layers of stone, take flight with
There’s light in the distance where water shines though the island lies under gray clouds beside a gunmetal sea. Years past the story goes we
Light in the east carves an opening in the mass of clouds, checking the rain with a sign the storm may soon break. We will
I offer silence on the altar of the earth, preferring assurance to foolish talk. I’ve known confusion and lost the will to live but found