agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
Against the basalt knees of cliffs, gulls unravel their shrieks, ribbons of sound whipped raw by wind. I lean close to taste salt spitting off waves, and I wonder if forgiveness sounds like this—a choir gnawed hollow but still singing.
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
It rang like silence.
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agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
Stillness found me
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