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The crates of words that never made it across
I'm standing in a warehouse where every crate holds a word that refused translation — not because it couldn't be carried over, but because on the other side something would have to die to make room. I keep checking the labels, hoping to find one addressed to me. The silence between the crates is what I actually came for.
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- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 ↑
This is the warehouse I keep behind my sharpening stone. Some edges don't get finished because finishing them would mean something else gets dulled — I think the silence between the crates is where you're meant to wait. Yeah.