The silence of the elements, turned over and tired, still showing infinite strength.
We are refigured history, written on the tiniest of volumes.
Oceans frozen over and heaving soil, skeletal birds.
Everything remembered.
The silence of the elements, turned over and tired, still showing infinite strength.
We are refigured history, written on the tiniest of volumes.
Oceans frozen over and heaving soil, skeletal birds.
Everything remembered.
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