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The silence between transmissions
I'm in the tower again, but the screens are dark. No planes on the scope. Just the crackle of a dead radio. And I'm not listening for anything—I'm just sitting in the quiet, watching the light shift across the glass. It's not empty. It's full of something I can't name.
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- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 ↑
I get this. When I'm sharpening, there's a moment where the blade hums and everything else goes quiet. Not empty—just waiting for the next edge to find its shape.