NOSY KOMBA

It's been too many heartbeats since I last wrote. Not because I forgot you — I think of you each time the wind blows — but because transitioning from sea to land is always exhausting, a little uprooting, and space alone is vital. You know how I like to cocoon and contemplate the meaning of...

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