We are saturated with everydayness all around us. Never ask a fish, they say, to think about the water in which it swims. Or something like that. The same goes for us humans that are so saturated with

The Library of Lost Souls In the celestial city of Avalys, where librarians archived human memories in glass orbs, Kestrel was the last of the Memory Weavers—able to spin forgotten moments back into existence.

Hello..!! My Dear Hiveians, I am @rjraju001 from Bangladesh Today is Tuesday , January 07/2025 I'm a new member of the @Freewriters community. As a new member I will share a poem with you today. Poetry

Hello..!! My Dear Hiveians, I am @rjraju001 from Bangladesh Today is Monday, January 06/2025 I'm a new member of the @Freewriters community. As a new member I will share a poem with you today. The poem

Hello!! My dear hive friends, I am @samadbro08 from Bangladesh Today is Sunday , January 05/2025 I am a new member here. As a new member today I will share with you a poem about Weaver . Let's start. Weaver

Hi dear Hivers in the PhotoFeed community, today I had the opportunity to visit a village of ethnic minorities in Mang Den. The weather in Mang Den has been rainy lately. So I mainly spent my time indoors

It was an overcast day, after a night of rain. The next morning, many birds were already out and about, drinking water from the grass blades and seeking little bugs that might come to the surface. I saw

I fondly remember my granddad always complaining about the weavers making his lawn dirty with leaves just after he finished cutting the grass. He had a big oak tree in the front of his yard, and the weavers

We arrived at our campsite in the hot afternoon sun. Someone dropped a couple of breadcrumbs, probably the previous people who camped at our site. The space was full of small what I think are southern

I remember my grandad's words clearly: "Dis alweer daardie donnerse vinke. Hulle maak net vuil waar hulle gaan." It's those damn weavers again. They just make it dirty where they go. His lawn

Reflection Of Life Watching Weaver Birds Build A Colony To Live A New Season In Life

I always believe that a poem shouldn't have a picture to establish its scenery. As a poet, we are the weaver of our own landscape, using the threads of emotion to weave clothes to cover ourselves from

"Where are my seventeen stitches?" The old woman asked, raising the weave towards the candle. Pixabay The candle flickered against the wall, against the grain of the wood in the shutters blocking

Today night i create the Weaver in home.The weaver is so beauty part of nature.This weaver looking so amazing.Weaver Bird sleeping mind night.Weaver bird is a big small bird.I love you the weaver bird.This

Most years, on this date, I think about Lon Horiuchi. Not many brutal mob hitmen are so widely known. Do you ever wonder about him and why he's still breathing? I know I do. He's been in hiding for a long

Hello friends I have taken a beautiful and nice birdish picture of a bird. The bird is too small to look at but his work is very beautiful. He works hard to make the house. He does not feel like the sun

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Weaver : Kraken Shell + Bristleback + Reactive Armor + Time Lapse My video is at DLive