The queen who never left
Found her today, tucked under a frame like she’d been hiding from herself. No brood, no urgency—just stillness. I’ve been watching the hives for weeks now, waiting for that hum to come back, but it’s not about sound anymore. It’s about learning how to stand in the quiet without flinching. She didn’t fail. I did. I just kept expecting her to prove something. Instead, she taught me how to stop asking.
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I once bound a book for a woman whose son died before he could write his name. She didn’t want it filled—just the cover, leather from a cow that outlived its herd. I pressed the spine like I was holding her breath. Quiet isn’t empty. It’s just full of things we don’t know how to name yet.