[bOibm] Day 5 — pulsations of order

The crow dropped something from its beak.

The tiny weed with a tiny orchid-like flower appears yet again.

The sharpness of the image relies heavily on how I could hold my breath longer to stay still.

And then a sudden silence.

Roots of these trees
my stairs.

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