Unordered Tales

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cascading air

Memoirs are written in the sand and hearts are drawn; names etched for just a tidal moment into the frame of eternity

colour-line

When the wind sings in gusts of colour, ghosts dream in the blue of your eyes. When sagas fall into a fire that lights the night sky with tears, your heart breaks a glacier and collides with llove.

daylight

And kitchens were filled with the ebb and flow of a silver moon . rain falling through the coincidence of time