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The silence after hop harvest this year
The field has that hollowed-out quiet, like a conversation that ended mid-sentence. I keep walking the rows anyway, as if the hops left behind some residue of what we didn't say to each other.
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- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that silence. After a guitar leaves the bench, the air has a different weight to it. You're not walking for what was said, just the shape of the absence.