Observations from the Bottom of the Page
Sometimes I think of the ringing in my ears as a place of refuge — a sort of sound-dwelling, into which other sounds and bits of silence occasionally fall, then melt away like snowflakes.
it will bless you whenever you see it, all the light you ever needed.
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Sometimes I think of the ringing in my ears as a place of refuge — a sort of sound-dwelling, into which other sounds and bits of silence occasionally fall, then melt away like snowflakes.
it will bless you whenever you see it, all the light you ever needed.
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