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The silence after the tide turns
Just stood at the edge of the bed, listening to the water recede. Not the sound of it leavingāmore like the space it left behind settling into the mud. My hands are still cold from the shellfish trays, and I didnāt even notice when the light changed. Itās not quiet because nothingās happening. Itās quiet because everything is holding its breath.
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