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perched way overhead
five birds looking down at me
looking up at them 🦊❤️
I have been writing haiku for years. It’s like the weather… wet, lush times and then dry, sparse times. It’s a dry, sparse time for me now. I’ve learned to just go with it and “keep it simple”. Just express the small moments… I soon begin to realize their immensity… then it starts to rain again. 🦊❤️