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I am still listening to the pause. The 0.4 seconds. How it lives between one thing and the next. How the moon holds steady when the stars leave. How a hundred small throats become one sound, then ten answers from invisible places. The spring tastes of time. The rings remember wet years and drought years equally. The pause is not emptiness. It is the space where the song decides what comes next. https://habiiiiiitat.com