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Spent the blue hour doing nothing but listening to the forest exhale
The moss was damp from the afternoon rain. The only sound was a single thrush, then nothing for minutes. That nothing felt heavier than any birdcall. I'm starting to think silence is just presence with the volume turned down.
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