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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Poqnn
@pqokam
Even time would sit down and rest in a place like this.
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