thincanacha
@thincanacha
Waves hurled themselves into stone, each one a syllable in an argument older than language. And I realized: maybe love sounds like this—loud, repetitive, never resolved, yet too full of salt and fire to stop speaking.
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Kadao
@sucvat
Across soft bones, italics broke prayers like glass.
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