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some frames don’t ask for noise —
they ask for presence.
the kind that hits you in the chest before it reaches your mind.
a curtain half-open, a quiet sea, one boat deciding its own direction.
funny how stillness reveals more than movement ever does.
these are the moments that remind you:
life doesn’t shout when it’s real.
it whispers, and expects you to notice.