The sun borrowed a raven’s wing and cut through the leftover storm clouds to peak at the work the night had done.
A pause in the heat of summer transformed the heavy air into a celebration as birds danced in puddles and leaves left full of rain glistened and whispered back and forth about what the raven said
I am giving you a message that you will understand
A map of an ending and a beginning
The skies tell me stories and so I bring them to you
You have waited for this, know it or not
And now you must let go
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