I was looking out at the horizon. At a certain time down south, sea and sky seem to merge, to kiss. Mirroring each other, like lovers do. Above and below, one expanse of silver blue. I’d never known that kind of love—where all boundaries disappeared.
OH I’M GONNA BE SICK I’M NOT EVEN A HUNDRED PAGES IN??? REAL WRITING IS SO BACK
— Mar 14, 2024 10:12PM
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