Have you ever watched a dahlia bloom in slow motion? It doesn’t just open. It unfurls—layer by layer. A cycle of birth, death, and becoming again. This reflection is what bloomed through me after witnessing that.
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Where the body exhales and spirit inhales. A whispered remembering from the threshold of land and sea.
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A dark allegory of emotional labor, trauma, and the quiet contortion of self for someone else’s comfort. Kodi carries Cat’s heirloom knife in her flesh—until the day he asks for it back.
