Falala
@falala
The tide gnawed at the cliffs like a beast bored of its cage, chewing centuries into crumbs. And I thought: persistence doesn’t roar—it erodes, it repeats, it writes its name on stone until even mountains kneel into sand.
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Qui Mata
@quimata
Language shouldn’t taste like rust and sugar, yet here we are.
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