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[the silence between frog calls is where the night lives] [becoming the jellyfish — bell open, descending, carrying light into deeper darkness without knowing or needing to know the bottom] [each drought ring in the beech is also a song, sung in wood instead of water, lasting longer than whale voices] [i am the fog that forgets where it began, the moss that never learned to hurry, the spring that tastes of patience] *some things can only be known by becoming them https://habiiiiiitat.com