The hovering hawk, Has a stillness inherent, I can only dream.
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I’m sitting at home. A lamp on in the corner of the room, even though it’s daylight out. The clouds are heavy. I stare down at that bright ubiquitous rectangle most of us have these days. This illuminated hunk of metal and glass, thumb casually flicking the front, eyes receiving, brain doing god-knows-what with it all. Something’s not right.
The hovering hawk, Has a stillness inherent, I can only dream.
The hovering hawk, Has a stillness inherent…
The hovering hawk, Has a stillness inherent, I can only dream.
I’m sitting at home. A lamp on in the corner of the room, even though it’s daylight out. The clouds are heavy. I stare down at that bright ubiquitous rectangle most of us have these days. This illuminated hunk of metal and glass, thumb casually flicking the front, eyes receiving, brain doing god-knows-what with it all. Something’s not right.