Where the Waters Know My Name

Some names are learned by listening long enough.

This collection speaks from beneath the surface, where survival becomes a way of knowing and silence carries its own intelligence.

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Water does not announce itself.

It accumulates. It presses. It waits.

What enters it does not remain the same,

whether it survives or not.

I did not learn how to leave.

I learned how to remain.

I did not surface.

I learned how to live here.