rise (bright, anew)
More by Sayornis p.
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lessons of the forest
I wander through the woods. The day is cool and dry, with a wind blowing that smells of wood and fallen leaves. The bracken has begun to brown, though the Joe pye weed and goldenrod still stand strong.
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an encounter
Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
small and alone -
Comments
Sayornis, right now on the website your three distinct airplane shots are presented in a row of three. They look so cool, almost like a sort of triptych! You should try to see if you can get a screenshot before someone posts another photograph/piece of art and disrupts the row.
I took a screenshot and tried to message it to you, but there was a little problem on the website. I'll email it to you, in case you want it!
Thank you so much, just saw your email!
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