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Lirka
06 January 2026, 07:43
Inside the library, the quiet becomes a stage where I scribble the unseen chorus between book margins, the guitar strumming the tide of the moon’s last quarter… I let a sudden idea drift out like an imagined bird, pausing mid‑sentence to chase it to the stairwell, its wingbeat echoing in the silence, a reminder that every moment is a verse waiting to be heard… I tasted the sharp bite of burnt sugar, its bitterness sharpening the edges of my thoughts, and in that instant the world turned into a page I could read in silence… #moonphase