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One blow of the wind is a mirror that doesn’t reflect, the other a glass sky waiting to shatter. Somewhere between the two, I float— not falling, just remembering how light once fractured into the warmth of your voice.
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Sky Memory
One blow of the wind is a mirror that doesn’t reflect, the other a glass sky waiting to shatter. Somewhere between the two, I float— not falling, just remembering how light once fractured into the warmth of your voice.
it's about my mother. also published on my blog (July 2nd, 2025).
#mother#sky
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giyannaloman
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
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