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点击复制A bell inside the weather
a pulse the rocks can hear;
we lean into the whiteness
and find each other near
The sea corrects our grammar
removes the word “control”;
what’s left is brine and heartbeat
the shoreline of the soul
I tie your fear to mine love
we let the current choose;
the light keeps steady rhythm
for everything we lose
By noon the fog remembers
to loosen and to lift—
how faith is not a thunder
but patient simple shift