Cranes
A photo lesson on love, endurance and moving through time with grace
One day a family of Sandhill cranes met me at my front door.
Standing at the edge of waters that remember, I’ve watched you unfold like an ancient scripture,
Your wings a testament to what endures.
Each feather a story passed through millennia,
Each step a meditation on balance.
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