9.8.20 // quiet places

Into the quiet places...
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The places where sound ceases in the way we know it vibrates through airwaves and transforms.
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No longer strung together in methodical rhythm and logical time.
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Sound becomes loose and wild, a collection of our favorite shapes, a smattering of our favorite colors.
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The quiet lurks but when the sounds present they reflect off the hanging moss, amplify through the damp air, and absorb into the moist tree bark.
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It’s an alternate dimension of senses in the quiet places.
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Sacred ground for life as we know it to bend.