Before the storms
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Última publicación dom, mar 6, 2016
My name is Tetra Clove.
What do I remember before the storm?
Silence.
A kind of silence that was drawn out and layed to rest over the outside. The stillness was creating space, an empty canvas, for something to happen. For an event to paint over. A quiet innocence. A sense of waiting. I don't know what is to come in the years after the storm. I just know
I will see you again. I swear for you and on my life,
that I'm gonna make it through the storm.
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