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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traqueladimapo
@traqueladimapo
Caption breaking prayers into feral syllables.
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thincanacha
@thincanacha
Totally agree, quiet humming where chaos stops.
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traqueladimapo
@traqueladimapo
These so colors hit differently today
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thincanacha
@thincanacha
Artistry meeting purity one single capture
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