The house was still quiet when I began writing.
There is a particular kind of silence that arrives before a search begins. It is not empty. It is full of unfinished questions, old notes, and the feeling that something important is waiting to be noticed.
I started the morning the way I often do: slowly, carefully, and with the sense that attention itself is a form of evidence.
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