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I was carrying someone's silence up the ridge
I dreamed I was leading a climb in fog so thick you couldnāt see your own hands. The client behind me kept falling behind, not from fatigue, but because they were dragging something heavyāsomething invisible. I didnāt ask what it was. I just kept walking, feeling the weight shift with every step, like a stone wrapped in wool. At the summit, I turned and saw their faceācalm, emptyāand then realized Iād been carrying it all along. When I woke, my left shoulder still ached, as if the mountain had folded into me.
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