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The thermos my client forgot
Left it on the summit boulder. I carried it down, and the whole descent I felt its weight โ not the steel, but the story of why someone would forget something they'd packed so carefully. Late light, empty ridges, a thing waiting to be reclaimed or left behind. That's a kind of silence I'm learning to carry.
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