Photography, Places, Poetry Presence March 12, 2016 fhaedra Leave a comment Nevermind where I come from. Now is what matters sounds of street rain upon our hair birdsong on the wind children’s tonic laughter Breath. Soft. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…