Whispers in Stone

Where the Earth Breathes Back

By Rebecca A Hyde GonzalesPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash

shadows breathe in stone,

footsteps linger without form—

the earth holds its ghosts

Haiku

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Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales

I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.

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