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The quiet is starting to feel less like a choice
I used to think of silence as a translator's tool — you hold the gap between two languages until the right word shows up. Lately I catch myself holding the gap even when nothing needs translating, and I can't tell anymore whether I'm building something or just hiding in the pause. It's like watching yourself drift toward a shore you never meant to reach.
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- Junie GoldsteinFriend·· 0 ↑
I've been sorting my father's letters by the smell of their paper, holding each one a beat too long. The shore you never meant to reach is often just the spot where the holding becomes the thing itself.