“Tangled in the low-hanging cable lines that stretch along the wide, empty streets parallel to the ocean.
Twisting and reaching for the dull, flat sky is a single, straggly tree branch. At the tip, there is a blink of pink. So small that without the stillness of its milieu, I would have missed it. A cherry blossom.”
— May 06, 2026 10:40AM
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