Traces
In the soft skin of the earth, birds leave their strange signatures. Each step presses a moment, a pattern of balance, rhythm, and grace. When they are gone, their absence remains etched in the surface,
like a language written in silence. The light changes, the wind shifts, and slowly the traces fade,
but for a while, the land remembers.
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Traces V
Traces II
Traces VII
Traces VI
Traces VIII