A Gentle Flutter
The amber glow above felt surprisingly warm on my face. For a long moment, I simply stood still, listening to the quiet hush around the dark branches. When I carefully lifted my right hand, my stitched fingers flexed smoothly, one by one.. The texture was crisp and real beneath my fingertips. Feeling the solid bark without coming undone, I drew back my hand and rested quietly in the yellow glow.
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