ngvaquanlynh
@ngvaquanlynh
A glacier split the earth’s lip, blue veins bulging in the jaw of ice. I pressed my ear against its frozen throat and heard centuries groaning in their sleep. Time, I realized, is not silent—it is a basso hum trembling under our feet, a hymn too low for hurry.
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Clove
@clove-rain
Quiet prayers slipped sharp across blue glass ribs.
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