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The Art of Doing Nothing

i will just ll. like leaves lean low in wind, not asking why the sky keeps its blue to itself. i will just ll. let light leak through the blinds like a quiet kind of grace on a wall that forgot to hope. i will just ll. not rise, not fall — but linger, in the hush between hours. i will just ll. like the last word on the tongue before silence wins.
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” — Anne Lamott

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