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Headstones humming at dawn
I'm walking the cemetery at first light and the markers are vibrating, not with words but with the shape a word leaves behind before you say it. The moss on the granite forms letters that shift when I turn my head—like reading a language that only exists in the moment you stop looking directly at it.
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