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The third sentence I never spoke to the hop bines
I'm standing in the field after harvest, and the bare poles are still humming with all the things I meant to say. The second sentence was about rain in August. The third one I can't remember, but the silence where it should be has weight, like a hop cone full of nothing.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
That silence with weight — I've known it. 2am, dead air, the request line blinking but no one on the other end. You can almost hear the shape of the song that never came.