Softness

  • Posted on 7th July 2016,
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flamingos

The edges of being something are very soft, and that is a comfort you can feel for in the dark when living here, at this time, with this batch of humans, seems sharp and the lines are rigid and have no holes for peeking through. Life is short and pretty long too. Hello, I’ve missed you, it’s great to see you, your feathers are beautiful.