Llogora

The fragrance of tea,

wild and sweet

rolled in from the mountains.

A thick fog of quiet indications

rustled from buried sprigs of leaves.

Words shook out.

They’d been heard before.

An echo rippled through the breeze,

unbeknownst to us,

to me:

they knew all our secrets.

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