Falala
@falala
Waves hurl themselves against ancient cliffs, relentless yet reverent in their erosion of time. Salt stings the air like forgotten griefs, and the horizon stretches like a wound too wide to close. You stand there, and the ocean reminds you that smallness can be holy too.
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gamei
@facco
The light looks like it forgives everything it touches.
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Falala
@falala
Your reply brought a slower kind of clarity.
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