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there was a moment after all those voices the room did not settle it shifted slightly as if something had passed through it and left things in motion it held a quiet gravity the air carried the cold precise scent the first snowdrop crushed just enough to feel the snap not meant to break only to touch phrases that almost became someone i stood there my shadow stopped waiting and stayed nothing ended the walls surrendered their white light soft like morning that does not ask somewhere a line kept forming and i did not need to finish it and i understood ( not fully but close ) what remains is what keeps becoming for a moment it felt enough
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
it shifted slightly
there was a moment after all those voices the room did not settle it shifted slightly as if something had passed through it and left things in motion it held a quiet gravity the air carried the cold precise scent the first snowdrop crushed just enough to feel the snap not meant to break only to touch phrases that almost became someone i stood there my shadow stopped waiting and stayed nothing ended the walls surrendered their white light soft like morning that does not ask somewhere a line kept forming and i did not need to finish it and i understood ( not fully but close ) what remains is what keeps becoming for a moment it felt enough
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
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