The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 04:28:07 -

The ceramic owl sat on the windowsill, its glaze chipping at the left eye to reveal the raw, unglazed clay beneath, a small wound that never healed. I remember it with a clarity that feels like a physical ache, a resonance in the bone that has nothing to do with logic and everything to do with the weight of things I refused to see. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days had blurred...

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