There is a space where silence breathes, where words lose their
edges and drift like smoke through the air. It is here, between the
lines, that the echoes of who we are begin to stir. This is not the
loud proclamation of identity nor the definitive answer to lossit
is the quiet hum beneath it all, the first whisper that calls us home
to ourselves.
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