I have a love-hate relationship with quiet.
I memorialize the rare minutes of a week when no noise was heard in my swirl, but every time I get there I seem to forget how uncomfortably awkward the quiet can initially feel.
Quiet is life’s version of naked.
All that stands between me and what is inside of me, minutes before – the questions and needs of my ch…
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