The Quiet Hours

Some hours belong to no one else. The hours after everything has quietened. Where you are alone with whatever you actually are, stripped of the roles and plans and unfinished business of being a person. Tonight's words are small and precise. Each one contains exactly one true thing. Emily Dickinson. The interior world.

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