Pheasant rise
A hundred wings, a thousand browns, a lift of leaves from windless ground, a single bird, its startled rise, and our hearts are flung against the skies.
A hundred wings, a thousand browns, a lift of leaves from windless ground, a single bird, its startled rise, and our hearts are flung against the skies.
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