SAN WRITES
come in quietly —
some things here are still sleeping.
grief is my muse.
an archive of things that stayed.
enter the archive ↓each of these was once a room, a window, a shoreline — something that refused to be forgotten.
SAN WRITES is a small place for the words that arrive after everything else has gone quiet.
grief is my muse.
@san_writesssa fragment from SAN WRITES