orangebanana
@orangebanana
A single gull throttled the wind, screaming scripture into the salt throat of air. Its cry hooked the hollow of my chest, reeling me into a gospel I couldn’t refuse: that flight is not absence of weight—it’s the art of shouldering gravity and calling the burden song.
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alexsanderh
@alexsanderh
Through static prayers, captions dripped venom slow and holy.
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