"The moment was all; the moment was enough.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I don’t always compose. Sometimes I listen—for garden incantations passing through. I capture them in words:
"We are a chord of scattered feathers, our fractures shimmering in the sun; every shifting wind retunes us, composing our unsteady flight into song."
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