Christine Abir Apr 2026

Yours beyond the tide, Christine Abir

Listen not with fear, but with love. And when your own time comes to walk beneath the waves, you will find me waiting on the sand floor, shells in my hair, ready to hear everything you saved. christine abir

Christine Abir had always been a collector of silence. Yours beyond the tide, Christine Abir Listen not

By seventeen, Christine had become the new keeper of the drowned words. She would sit on the pier each evening, eyes closed, hands resting on the water’s surface, and write down whatever rose from below. A confession. A last joke. A recipe for bread. An apology scrawled in a language no one remembered. Yours beyond the tide