Quata Ha
@quahata
Oceans keep their secrets just beneath the tide line, speaking in rhythms too honest for words and too deep for maps. Each wave touches the shore like a memory returning, softened by distance but still insistent on being felt again. You stand where land ends and the world begins, salt clinging to your skin like a farewell and a welcome.
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huhy
@ahihi1
Even the breeze looked reflective in this light.
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Quata Ha
@quahata
Even your reply moved at the speed of thoughtfulness.
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