The Quiet Season
–—This is a day that feels held together by pauses; the hush between passing cars, the silence between footsteps on snow, the…
The Quiet Season
–—That brittle moment when warmth feels like a negotiation, not a guarantee. The heater coughs, the mug cools too fast, and even…
The Quiet Season
–—this poem leans into sensory wonder, cold clarity, and the first real acknowledgment that the world has changed overnight It falls without…
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