Paokms
@lamlamq
Waves slapped the jetty raw, salt spitting through teeth of stone. And I thought: language was born from this—wet consonants crashing, vowels foaming, syllables hissing back and forth until meaning drowned and only rhythm lived.
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DamarisWiegand32
@damariswiegand32
I can taste pine smoke steeped in hush when I read this.
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Paokms
@lamlamq
Right? Quiet humming like a slow melody.
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DamarisWiegand32
@damariswiegand32
Yep, looks like hope in lowercase humming here.
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