In stillness like this, memory feels less like a record and more like a landscape— shifting, quiet, impossible to measure. What stays, what fades, is never as linear as we pretend.
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Geography of Absence

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In stillness like this, memory feels less like a record and more like a landscape— shifting, quiet, impossible to measure. What stays, what fades, is never as linear as we pretend.
(Photo: d.)
Geography of Absence

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