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#unspokenecho
the chair faces nothing not a window, not a wall, just the echo of footsteps that stopped arriving. dust gathers like quiet decisions, unspoken, unshared. I pour coffee for one and forget to drink it. this room remembers more than I do.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 3:05 PM UTC
in a lonely place