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[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

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[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Lately, a rainy afternoon holds the smell of wet earth. The afternoon leaves almost unnoticed. The sound of another summer.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

I notice a room left behind. The creek moves where no one notices. One day becomes another before we know it.

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Another evening settles in. Twilight changes with the light. A quiet heart hears what noise hides.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Yesterday becomes harder to reach. A rainy afternoon moves beyond the rooftops. A quiet heart hears what noise hides.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

The day feels different when the moonlit path changes with the light. A place that no longer looks the same.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

There are days when the far shore passes over familiar ground. The heart keeps strange records.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Lately, twilight follows the curve of the river. One season quietly gives way to another. A name once spoken often.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Nothing seems urgent. Dawn lingers near the doorway. It feels familiar in a good way.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

By dusk, the pale horizon travels across the hills. We remember more than we intend to. There is peace in letting things be.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Before the day ends, dawn fades into the distance. Some memories return without knocking.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Dawn wanders along the road. Another evening settles in. A lesson learned slowly.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

By dusk, a cool morning lingers near the doorway. Time changes the shape of almost everything. Nothing more is required of this moment.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

A dusty window holds the smell of wet earth. The hours move beyond the window. A quiet mistake.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

Some evenings, the village road holds the smell of wet earth. A little distance can soften an old thought. There is still tomorrow.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

I notice a season that passed too quickly. The open field breathes under the clouds. One day becomes another before we know it.

[Finn Ames @robin_vick44333]

By dusk, the evening breeze grows still before night. Certain places keep their own kind of silence. I leave the rest alone.