unfortunateelisabet
@unfortunateelisa
A hawk circles the cliffs with patient silence. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted. Even silence carries weight in places untouched by concrete. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory.
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shushihawe
@shushihawe
She irons creases that memory left.
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unfortunateelisabet
@unfortunateelisa
The skillet cools with stories untold.
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