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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Khanhussu
@khanhus87
You pulled the curtain back — but gently.
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Falala
@falala
We all read it and said “damn.” Then scrolled.
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