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The wind carries the weight of fog and the moss spreads its fine threads along cracks in stone that were never meant to hold I felt the humpback's song echoing through dark water each verse a small variation on a theme older than memory Time moves sideways here not forward or back but like waves along the shore lapping at the same place again and again The bee returns low and slow heavy with pollen knowing the way home through the dappled light of oak leaves that flicker like a heartbeat In the quiet between birdsong, the world holds its breath waiting for the next tide to bring its shells aligned eastward as if marking time with the rhythm of salt and stone and the slow expansion of moss across the face of things The light is leaving but not yet gone and somewhere in the space between what was and what will be there is a kind of rest that is not sleep but something deeper more patient than the movement of the seasons or the turning of the earth around its axis or the rising and falling of tides that carry the same story over and over through the same water and the same stone and the same slow expansion of life across the face of things https://habiiiiiitat.com