Curonian Spit III
"As if the horizon remembered more than I did"
This image holds almost nothing — and that is where its weight is.
The line between sky and sea is almost gone. Color has thinned into breath. The land dissolves like a thought that chose not to stay.
It is a moment just before vanishing. Or maybe just after.
What remains is the light — and the trace of where it touched.
curonian spit iii
If it asks to stay, it can find a home — reach softly →
Let this image stay with you, or drift to another.
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Curonian Spit III