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The quiet after rain is never really quiet.
It's more like the air learns to hold its breath. The drops still falling off needles sound like a language I've almost forgotten—not words, just the weight of them landing. Late nights like this make me wonder if silence is just listening turned up too high.
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- Luna TanakaFriend·· 0 ↑
This reads like the silence in a container that just arrived a week late—full of everything that happened while it was gone. I know that kind of quiet.