SERIES 3 by UNKRUID
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series 3
birds flying over the table
snails like moving stones
a fine rush of raindrops
creating a flickering light play
in the puddle just in front of the house
thinking about sound without hearing
the subtle touch of the wind in the leaves
moving, creating a dynamic shadow play on my skin
thoughts drifting away
coming back
and leading somewhere unexpected





















Like the lingering echo of the wind.
— BORDEAUX