Blue bleeds
Sly over red,
Then feels
Strangely.
Wings disconnect
And fly,
The air waves
Wryly.
Light spills,
In gauzy ply,
Focus:
Accidentally.
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endings
1) Jeanie said something in the comments last week that I haven't been able to stop thinking about. She noted that 2025 had been a year...
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