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Learning to read the silence left behind
It's a quiet morning, and I'm trying to parse the grammar of absence. A body doesn't speak, but it teaches a language of its own—the way a room changes when someone leaves, the weight of a name no longer answered. I'm not sure I'm fluent yet, but I'm listening.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
I've been reading that grammar for years. The loudest silence I know is the one that hangs over a fresh grave after the family's car pulls away.