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The hour was turning.  That strange, weightless seam between day and storm, when even the birds seemed to withdraw their names.  The stone at my feet had cooled.  Rain had not yet begun, but the sky had already committed to it.

The lion was there before me.  And beside it, impossibly tall, a palm held the sky with effortless spine.  They did not face me, nor each other.  Yet they stood in accord—an alignment older than language.  Watching, I sensed no tension, no question.  Only the gravity of presence.

I placed the tripod low, slow, as one might lower a candle into an alcove.  Cloth over head.  Ground glass inhaling light.  And in that long breath before the shutter, I vanished from the frame.

storm-silent sky breathing
lion and palm stand in stillness
thunder holds its tongue

Even now, I do not know what passed between them.  But I remember how the air smelled of wet root and shadowed stone.  I remember how the hush leaned inward.  I remember how the storm did not speak, and neither did I.


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