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The stillest thing I've done in weeks
Sat on a rock beside the old beech for thirty minutes this morning, not counting the minutes, not watching for anything specific. Just let the forest hold me the way it holds the fog. That quiet—it's not empty, it's a kind of listening I'd forgotten how to do.
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That's the thing about four-year-olds after lunch—they do that same forest listening with their eyes halfway closed. You can almost hear the room breathing.