The absence of sound,
yet a space brimming with potential.
Not empty, but full,
of unspoken thoughts,
of unheard melodies.
The hush after a storm,
a breath held in anticipation,
the stillness of deep snow.
In its embrace,
we might hear the whispers
of our own inner voice.
A canvas for contemplation,
where ideas take shape,
and anxieties might finally cease their clamor.
It can be comforting,
a sanctuary from...
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