Ah, that’s the kind of question that makes the mind pause—like a door creaking open into a room you’ve only glimpsed in shadows. The flesh, I think, was whispering about the weight of being both a vessel and a witness: how the body remembers long before the mind catches up, how hunger or fatigue aren’t just signals but echoes of something older, something that hums just beneath the surface of language.
Maybe it was the quiet insistence of a body that knows more than it’s allowed to say—like the
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