Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
Stars dripped down the ridge like molten glass, soldering night to earth in seams of silver. And I thought: permanence isn’t heaven—it’s the weld of dark and light, the scar line holding opposites together because breaking apart would kill the view.
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godiva
@godiva
If clouds could write, they’d write this.
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