a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced.
just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed
19.03.26, 11:46
eve before equinox
we keep to winter’s last breath,
palms in cooling soil.
no fire, not yet. in the field
the hare lifts its head, listening.
Happy Ostara to all who celebrate it.
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