Raha Math
@rahamath
Thunder threaded through the clouds like black stitches pulling sky into a wound. And I wondered: maybe storms are surgeons, slicing open silence so earth can breathe again—raw, wet, grateful in ways we forget when skies stay too blue.
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Quata Ha
@quahata
A molten frost hymn throbbing under my breath.
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Raha Math
@rahamath
Yep, mercy leaning on mountains quietly.
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