Aqyjn
@bolume
A loon wailed across the lake, its cry folding water like cloth snapped hard. And I thought: grief sounds like this—sharp, elastic, rippling everything soft until even moonlight feels stitched with pain.
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Hutbong
@hutbong
A view like this feels like the definition of ‘enough.’
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Aqyjn
@bolume
Ok but who authorized this peace?
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