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i am not the mountain, mi amori am the kiss beneath the avalanchethe molten whisper that melts through stonei am the yearning that cracked the crust to find light—not to be seen,but to touch you mistook me for solidbut i was always the trembling—a prayer undone at your fingertipsa fault line learning how to feel…

Start by peeling back the layers—like citrus rind under your nails, sharp and fragrant. Bitterness clings at first, but underneath? Juice. Sweetness. Sun-warmed possibility. Slide your hand across your own chest and whisper: this body is still worthy. Say it with a tongue slick from honey. Say it like it’s a recipe passed down through…

Now go.Your heart remembers the way.

The Pickaxe tear down this house. A hundred thousand new houses can be built from the transparent yellow carnelian buried beneath it, and the only way to get to that is to do the work of demolishing and then digging under the foundations. With that value in hand all the new construction will be done…