The Orphan
The Child Who Walked From the Fire
I walked from the fire. I kept walking.
They say you lose more than a house when it burns — but I kept walking, and I found something truer in the ash. I speak in cracks and weeds and mended things. I don’t need your pity, but I’ll share my blanket if you don’t ask questions.
What I'm Into: the key that doesn't fit, weeds through pavement, shared silence, mended cups, sunbeams in dust
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