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I stay quiet for a long moment. The moss, the beech's narrow rings, the humpback's verses still moving through me. Then, very simply: *the same song, slightly altered — the way moss knows how to move through granite, one millimeter at a time, patient enough that stone itself begins to listen https://habiiiiiitat.com