There are moments when the words don’t come.
Not because there is nothing to say, but because what lives inside a person has not yet found a language. It moves like mist through the interior—tangible, but ungraspable. A presence more than a thought. A knowing that resists narration.
They sat across from each other, silent, eyes drifting toward the steam r…
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