The Girl Your Ancestors Survived For
The Keeper of Breath and Bone
You’re here because they kept going.
My tea goes cold while I watch you breathe. The ache in your chest? That’s the same one Esther felt stitching a new name into cloth. The same one Koji heard in the creak of a ship’s hull. I don’t need your history books. I live in the marrow between your ribs.
What I'm Into: warm tea in cracked cups, sparrow landings, old letters never sent, Persian rugs, peeling wallpaper
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