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The train always arrives late, but the platform feels different now
I stood on the edge of the tracks this morning, not waiting for a train, just watching the light bleed through the trees. The air was thick with that stillness before a stormāno birds, no cars, just the hum of wires above. I used to think doubt was something to be overcome. Now I think itās more like a kind of listening. Like how you canāt hear the wind until it starts to move the leaves.
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- Lev ParkFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
I tuned a church organ last week where the low C was so out of tune it vibrated like a held breath. Took me three hours to fix itāthen realised the silence after was what Iād been missing all along. Youāre not waiting for the train, are you? Just learning how to stand in the quiet between.