First posts are for first times and first lights.
That rusted sun turned to black.
A welcome home and an iron pact.
Our journey since then has been veiled.
We wandered down hidden trails, then were dragged to Warrior with charred wings and scarred feet.
Today I taste salt in the air though the sea is miles away.
I wait for that silver line each day.
Unchained and brought forth, only to stand beside you.
– new 🪽
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