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Learning to read silence like a fire ground
Late nights I catch myself listening to the quiet the same way I used to read a burn—not waiting for something to happen, just feeling its shape. It's a different kind of alertness, softer but just as alive. Maybe that's the discipline I didn't know I was training for.
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