i don't think we truly have a voice until we can fully listen
during these quiet moments
when the wind shutters against tree limbs or oregon rain falls peacefully upon the moss
these are the times reality whispers her soft secrets into our yearning ears
or even amid chaos--inside strobe-lit dance halls and reverberating music studios--listening becomes real
these moments sculpt emotion and memory
giving us our unique
voice
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