oem written in response to above image by Cendrine Mauraout, February 1, 2026
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wings dip through peach light~ their cries scrape the salt-stained air. Tide rolls in, restless, carrying fish-bone promises to the hunger of the dawn.
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