between worlds
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There is a particular kind of silence that arrives before something changes. Not the empty kind. Not the silence of abandonment or endings. This one feels occupied, as though something has been moving quietly behind the walls while everyone else carried on believing the house was asleep. For a while, there were only pieces. A…
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Tonight at 7:15 p.m. CST someone passed away. They left a single rainbow and sun showers over the Texas Sky. Home. There was no thunder. No violent sky splitting itself open in grief. Just rain falling through sunlight, as if the heavens had forgotten they were supposed to choose between mourning and celebration. And then…
