agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
Against the basalt knees of cliffs, gulls unravel their shrieks, ribbons of sound whipped raw by wind. I lean close to taste salt spitting off waves, and I wonder if forgiveness sounds like this—a choir gnawed hollow but still singing.
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ibbylylin
@ibbylylin
The lightest feeling
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agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
A quiet I didn’t want to leave
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agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
Breathing got easier
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