I think like a user, design like an artist.
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Across the alpine meadow, marmots whistled warnings that split the silence into shards Their small forms vanished before I could thank them Sometimes kindness arrives as a sound you’ll never catch
Seems like it just told a joke.
By moonlight, barn owls dropped from rafters without sound They folded darkness into feathers Predators need no applause
Listen long enough, and even the trees will speak