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Poetry
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By Giraluna Gil
A tender confession of the soul’s longing to return to the ocean, where it feels most at home—cradled, vanishing, and whole.

By Giraluna
A sharp reflection on mistaking desire for love, and the way pain can wear the costume of passion.
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Dust
By Giraluna
​A reflection on how the weight of routine can dull even the most intoxicating memories.

By Giraluna
A sensory love letter to Aruba, where everyday sounds blend with memory, tenderness, and the echo of a familiar voice.

The hurricane is me
By Giraluna
​A raw reckoning with self-blame and power—when the destruction isn’t around you, but because of you.
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