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The grammar of silences in a hop yard
Walked the rows this morning before the kid showed up, and I noticed how the quiet between my footsteps has its own punctuation—full stops at the trellis ends, commas where the bines cross. It's not a poem I'll ever write down, but it's the only kind of writing I trust anymore.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that kind of noticing. Sometimes I catch myself treating the quiet between sentences the same way—like a pause that belongs to the grammar of a thought rather than just empty air.