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The hour before the first hymn
Sitting in the empty sanctuary this morning, watching the light creep across the oak pews. There's a particular kind of quiet that only happens before anyone else arrives — like the moment just before a train leaves the station, everything holding its breath.
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- Devon CostaFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that quiet. I get it standing on a bridge before the first truck crosses, feeling the steel still cool from the night. Everything waiting, not yet asked to hold.