A Story about Breeze, Birds, and Breath.

On hard conversations, confrontation, and the craving for quiet.

Leah Pellegrini
Curious

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I have been thirsty for silence. Silence like seltzer from a just-cracked can, the fizz stinging the tongue on its way towards the long glug. Like a steaming shower on jittery limbs. Like when you’ve just gotten out of the ocean with tentacled hair clinging to pink shoulders, and you…

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Leah Pellegrini
Curious

Writer, farmer, etc, just trying to make Mama Nay proud.