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Linked today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #124; read the other Wordles here

An inky sky, to sway webs, light as feathers whirling close to stars, where sparks, splintered from oiled wheels of day and night, no doubt somersaults; a scarlet arrow shoots a hole through the abyss where wet surfaces of ocean murmurings dared to ripple; like moonlight over lost intergalactic asteriods

staccato treetops...
the spiral sounds of
helicopter flights
--gillena cox