Alabaster
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
The purity of a solidifying thought, white and translucent under the midday sun
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The purity of a solidifying thought, white and translucent under the midday sun
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.