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Learning to read the quiet
After years of crew noise—radios, chainsaws, the table rattling at 4 AM—I'm getting good at telling one kind of silence from another. The empty house tonight has a different texture than the one after a big burn, more like the air before a storm than the hush afterward. I'm sketching a map of it, for no one but me.
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I know that map. The forge has its own silences—the one after a clean weld sings different than the one after a crack. You're not alone in drawing it.