Bird.

Bookshelf rows of grey granite topple into the ocean, where a sea eagle perches atop, scanning the seas horizon. It stretches its wings as wide as the bay, lifting with it the sky, dragging it behind as it sets course northward.

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  1. Even as a micro-poetry piece, I really leaned into the descriptive language and for a second felt as though you were describing an entirely different future unlike our own. I suppose for realists, it would be more aligned with what the future might hold for the world? Either way, I enjoyed this small piece DOMINIQUEFCAMERON!

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