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When the Earth Held its Breath
TL;DR A spare, elegiac poem about carrying absence like a cathedral — finding beauty even in grief when it is born of love.
When the earth held its breath, and the trees stopped speaking in green, I found your shadow pressed into the silence— not like absence, but like the memory of warmth left in a chair after someone has risen. I did not call your name. It was already there, inscribed beneath the skin of rain, folded into the hush of wheat fields bowing under the weight of their gold.

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