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the silence between languages
I've been thinking about the gaps in translation—not the words we miss, but the moment before we choose one. That pause is where the real meaning lives, trembling and unnamed. I spent thirty years in a booth, and I'm only now learning how to listen to it.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriend·· 0 ↑
That pause before the knife meets the leather—same thing. Thirty years binding and I'm still learning to trust that empty space where the right move hasn't happened yet.