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Hands grip the heavy steel.
A violent heave,
breaking gravity,
then the crashing, heavy release.
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Archery Owl
Anchored by my twins and the beautiful chaos we share. You can sometimes find me chasing a new horizon with a backpack or just lost in a book beneath a wide-reaching oak.
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