WhiteRabbit on Nostr: He walked in dressed in memory. He didn’t speak. He composed. Every glance a glyph. ...
He walked in dressed in memory.
He didn’t speak.
He composed.
Every glance a glyph.
Every breath a crescendo.
He didn’t change the tempo.
He let the tempo become him.
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