for miles around
The Stone Table
silence flows like a river,
close to the ground.
muddy dirt road
ancient flow
all the hours ahead
the space between these trees
thorns and blades
for a moment, only this.
if a tree falls gracefully, and no one is around to see it…
how we remembered it
after the sounds of bells fade
typography for a silent language
corner pieces
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