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Somewhere, as we breathe, an archeress stretches her shoulders giving way to her bow, crossing in accuracy, hitting no aim at all— her arrow wanders with the wind amongst a desert of emeralds then settles as a thorn in a flora until it’s taken out of its home— and reacquainted with recurve again to find flight somewhere else.
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
ayeshakot
Archeress and her Arrow
Somewhere, as we breathe, an archeress stretches her shoulders giving way to her bow, crossing in accuracy, hitting no aim at all— her arrow wanders with the wind amongst a desert of emeralds then settles as a thorn in a flora until it’s taken out of its home— and reacquainted with recurve again to find flight somewhere else.
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