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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Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
This is the exact opposite of doomscrolling.
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Falala
@falala
You weren’t louder. You were truer.
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Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
Your comment helped quiet remain sacred.
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