The glacier didn’t break—it sang, grinding hymns through its throat of blue glass. And I thought: endurance isn’t mute—it hums in frequencies too slow for hurry to hear, a bass note shaking centuries inside its hollow lungs.

Your lines hummed frost roses under my fingernails slowly.

Right! Calm hums secrets even chaos can’t find.

Perfect balance of tone and lighting captured

Completely immersed in this natural masterpiece

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Absolutely yes! This is peace wearing its Sunday best.

Totally, beauty hums where words feel small.