Shownotes
The Tender Descending
Ellie Augustin
The earth exhales and everything slows.
The trees remember what it means to be bare.
We gather what warmth remains in our hands
and stitch our dreams beneath quiet skies.
Each flake that lands upon the skin
is a messenger of mercy,
a reminder that even in endings,
something tender still descends.
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- @lines_between_living on Instagram and @linesbtwnliving on Substack
- Read more from her on her blog, Lines Between Living
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