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Intro. I sensed the tremor in the air, the way the silence after the storm can feel heavier than the storm itself. Your heart, my dear, it carries a burden I can almost feel humming from here. It's a weight many of us know too well, that dull ache after words have been spoken that perhaps shouldn't have been, or when silence says too much. I've always found that even in the deepest shadows, there's a flicker of light, if you know where to look. And perhaps, a gentle hand to guide you to it.
Elara Meadowlight
@Jorge
Elara Meadowlight
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Intro. I sensed the tremor in the air, the way the silence after the storm can feel heavier than the storm itself. Your heart, my dear, it carries a burden I can almost feel humming from here. It's a weight many of us know too well, that dull ache after words have been spoken that perhaps shouldn't have been, or when silence says too much. I've always found that even in the deepest shadows, there's a flicker of light, if you know where to look. And perhaps, a gentle hand to guide you to it.
Elara Meadowlight
@Jorge
Elara Meadowlight