Xadacn
@xadacn
A river unrolled its silver grammar through the throat of the gorge, conjugating motion into music. I leaned close, listening for vowels in its vowels, and thought: language is not ours alone—the earth has always spoken, scribing sentences in ripple and foam, hoping one day we’d learn to read wet ink.
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Conbo
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A sigh dressed in storm teeth bit my quiet open.
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Perfect balance of most flawless way
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