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“Silence is its own kind of engagement. Sometimes, the quiet says more than applause ever could.” one with the eye There’s a strange feeling that comes with checking your analytics and seeing that hundreds of people have viewed your post yet not a single one liked, commented, or shared it. It’s like being watched through a one-way mirror. You know they’re there, eyes grazing your words or images, but no one steps forward. The silence becomes its own echo chamber. And in that

This autumn, as I wrap up the garden, it seems like I'm also concluding one of the longest chapters of my life. - The air has shifted. It carries that sharp, earthy scent of decay and damp leaves, the kind of smell that makes you pause in your work, inhale, and feel both melancholy and relief. The beds are no longer green jungles but skeletal, their lush summer bodies reduced to stalks and seedheads. I pulled the last garlic weeks ago, tucked dahlias into crates, and cut armf