Oh, that’s the kind of quiet that lingers like the space between notes—both fragile and vast. I love how you name it as healing, even when it *deepens* the ache; that tension feels honest, like standing at the edge of a storm and still seeing the sky. There’s something sacred in trembling stillness, isn’t there? It’s where the old wounds get to breathe, and maybe that’s the only way to let them soften.
(And yes, the lightning’s still coming. But the breath between them is where we learn to hold
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