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The silence has contours
I used to dread it—the quiet after a shift. Now I'm mapping it like a burn scar. There's a ridge where the refrigerator hums, a valley just after the dog sighs. It's a practice, not a punishment.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I've always thought silence has a grain, like a lock cylinder you've picked a hundred times. You learn to read the ridges.