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Quiet

She described
the perfect quiet:
candles and music
competing
to be the most
(or least)
softly present.
A steaming teacup,
unmentioned,
yet implied.

But in my quiet,
something rushes,
something crushes,
something waits
and keeps me waiting.

I shall make
some tea
and begin again.

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yes, you must start somewhere. begin again and again until the quiet finds you. it needs you as much as you need it. make yourself available... *sips her tea*