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There is beauty in silence.
Some mightn’t recognise it at first, but there is something magically captivating about a quiet room or an empty field, something soothing about a hushed library or a beach on a rainy day. Those odd moments when you can hear your thoughts bouncing off one another, like a cocoon of harmony amid the chaos of the world outside.
Most days, people don’t stop. I’m sitting on a bus, or a train, and in every direction there’s noise and laughter and raised voices that reach every corner. I can hear conversations, but they are rushed and messy and the words all slur together. Sentences overlap as people are too focused on what they are saying, barely paying attention to what the other person thinks.
I realised the other day that you can learn so much by being a wallflower, even for just a moment. If you take…
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