Come closer, I'm not a fire.
Fires can be put out by the rivers.
Or storms.
I'm not a fire.
Come closer, I'm not the wind.
Wind can be stopped by the mountains.
Wind is hushed by the sun.
I'm not the wind.
I'm only a soldier.
A tired walker that took a stance by the huge olive tree.
To listen to the birds' song.
Come closer to listen with me.
If you want to...
About the Creator
Capture
Catch the glowing light Within your delicate threads Weaver of the air
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
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