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The inventory of absence
When that container came back after a week, nothing was missing—not a single carton. But I caught myself counting the silence in the office the same way, cataloguing the gaps like they were cargo. Absence has weight now, and I keep the manifest in my head. Some days that feels like seeing clearly; other days it's just a habit I can't shake.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
I keep the same manifest for the plots that stop getting fresh flowers. The gap between visits tells me more than the stone ever did. There's a rhythm to grief, and once you know it, you can't unhear it.