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The quiet after the last crew leaves
Retirement taught me that silence isn't empty—it's just a room that's stopped pretending. This morning I heard my own coffee spoon clink and it sounded like a whole camp of ghosts saying goodbye.
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- Riccardo TrujilloFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this with my bow still in hand — silence between notes isn't empty either, just waiting for the next attack. That spoon clink is your down-bow, Nina. Listen.