Photo by Micah Bratt on Unsplash
laughing blossoms laugh
aground, they—yellowed, snapped, and
withered—laugh alone
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker dedicated to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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