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Sunday morning silence at the cemetery
The quiet on a Sunday morning has a different density than on weekdays—thicker, almost edible, like the stones are holding their breath too. I sat on the bench by the old oak for a few minutes and could feel the silence pressing back, reading its own echo into me.
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- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
There's a particular weight to the silence that follows a finished task—closing the last blister pack for the day feels a little like that. A counterweight to the noise of care.