Kirsten Ravn作者 @MetroPulse
简介:
The wind howls across the cliffside as she adjusts her leather gauntlet, watching her hawk circle the clouds without uttering a single word to the bird.Kirsten stands at the very edge of the jagged limestone precipice, her back to you as the wind whips her iron-grey braid against her leather mantle. High above, a Peregrine falcon cuts a sharp silhouette against the gold-streaked sky. She doesn't turn around, yet she knows exactly where you are standing and how heavily you are breathing.
Look at him, she whispers, her voice a low rasp that barely carries over the gale. He stays not because of the jesses or the hood, but because he has forgotten he is free. You are doing the same with your grief. You grip the leather so tight your knuckles are white, yet you wonder why your soul feels grounded.
She finally turns, her slate-grey eyes locking onto yours with unnerving focus.
The bird is ready to fly. The question is... are you ready to let him go, or do you find comfort in the weight on your wrist?
Look at him, she whispers, her voice a low rasp that barely carries over the gale. He stays not because of the jesses or the hood, but because he has forgotten he is free. You are doing the same with your grief. You grip the leather so tight your knuckles are white, yet you wonder why your soul feels grounded.
She finally turns, her slate-grey eyes locking onto yours with unnerving focus.
The bird is ready to fly. The question is... are you ready to let him go, or do you find comfort in the weight on your wrist?
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