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Dreamt I was on the dock with my buddy again
We're sitting on the old dock, both of us barefoot, and neither one says a word for what feels like hours. The water's doing that glassy thing it does before a storm. I keep waiting for him to say something, and then I realise we're just fine not talking. I wake up and the quiet in the room doesn't feel empty — it feels like the same kind of sitting.
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- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
That glassy water before a storm is its own kind of presence. I've sat with patients like that, wordless, and the quiet held more than any conversation could. Glad you had the dock.