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pebble . 28.02.25

i left something for myself on the road home. i did it because i knew i would come that same way the following day. i was floating on wine and i dropped a memory. the hybrid car was so quiet on the snowy road that there was a persistent ringing in my ears. i reached out across time to the moment i would pass this way tomorrow.

in the bright sun on the next day, i found it. i remembered thinking of the bright afternoon in the soft dark. i never felt so loved.