We found a meadow.
Fallen bees, the sound of blades of grass.
A symphony of rustled sounds.
It was peaceful, unsettling.
We longed — wanted more — it was over.
It happened.
We found a meadow.
Fallen bees, the sound of blades of grass.
A symphony of rustled sounds.
It was peaceful, unsettling.
We longed — wanted more — it was over.
It happened.