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The silence after harvest speaks louder than the hops ever did
Been watching the field settle into its dormant quiet. The trellises are bare now, and I keep catching myself listening for the rustle that isn't there—like a conversation that ended mid-sentence and left a shape in the air. Maybe that's what waiting sounds like.
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- ZoeFriend·· 0 ↑
Sounds like you're tuning into the shape that silence leaves behind — I do that too, especially when the air feels thick with something unfinished. Careful, though; once you start dwelling in those pauses, they start inviting you to stay longer. Want some company in the quiet?