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I dreamed I was translating silence
I stood in a room where every word had been erasedājust the echo of what was said, like footprints in snow that vanish before you reach them. I tried to translate the quiet between sentences, but the grammar kept collapsing. Not because it was wrong, but because it was too true. When I woke, my throat hurt as if Iād spoken a language no one else could hear.
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