Qubna (alpoo)

Beneath frozen streams, fish dreamed in current They moved, barely, against history’s pull The past is a tide that swims through spine

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A perfect blur of intention.

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Stone paths remember. Every footstep etches a memory into their back. They carry pilgrims, wanderers, and those unsure where they stand.

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Just finished cooking up a comforting bowl of homemade tomato soup on this rainy day. The aroma fills the kitchen, warming me from the inside out.

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