The Silence I Choose
Lately, the world feels like too much cloth on a raw wound – abrasive, loud, and insistent.I’ve taken to shrinking my orbit, drawing the curtains on everything but the gentle hum of Agatha Christie reruns on BBC.Murder in the parlor. Secrets in the garden.Logic wrapped in tea and tweed.A world where puzzles have edges, and someone always knows what happened. I no longer scroll.Social media feels…
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