This moment
fractionated
across the aching
stained street corner
Early morning hours
And intentions
Legion
Bellowing
Below
Camp NaNoWriMo Day 17
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The Wabi-Sabi Writer
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
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― Roman Payne
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