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💔 Wings Beneath Ash Skies
Read more: 💔 Wings Beneath Ash SkiesHome I painted the silence between breaths, where sorrow thickens like smoke. No sound but the hush of feathers dragging across a sky that forgot how to shine. Each wing bends under a weight too old for time, too soft for rage. There is no battlefield in these strokes — only the stillness after, when…
