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Spilled Cream

As the sun rises the horizon's soft serrated edges spill vanilla cream; a shrouded girl feels crystal flakes on her face as she walks separate from the group of students within the milled land asleep still within a dream. A tiny abandoned bird's nest is revealed amongst a tree's branches, with berries that cling...the billowy clouds above slide away. The birds flit about as the girl later paints their colors as her wings, upon which the sun glides across a new day. January 14, 2022

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Date: 1/15/2022 11:20:00 AM
beautiful imagery, I felt like I could see and feel everything you said. :)
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