Short Form 2

by Alysiana Carter

2)

I am something holy when the wind blows.

I am the thing moved through.

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Alysiana Carter (she/hers): Often seen wandering streets late at night / trying to reconnect / to the moon / to the stars / to the smell of honeysuckle / to the nomadic freedom my soul longs for / but never mind your local cyrptid. Aspiring anthropologist. Actualizing lover of beauty.