Dev pate
@devpate
Sand unstitched itself from dunes, spilling beige threads across flats where shadows mended light with dusk-dark needles. I walked those hems, soles fraying into whispers.
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@thanhmap
This caption folded clouds of silver rain into my throat like threads.
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Dev pate
@devpate
Absolutely yes, nothing loud survives this hush.
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