There is no such thing as absolute silencebecause my mind is always movingand the…
Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise? — Mitch Albom
When she diedthey split her belly openlike a fish
The quiet is cominga journey inwardinto the recessesof this body and minda…
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Stillness extends its cold handsacross the room, from one wall to the other, stretched like the…