I felt the earth shift beneath my calloused feet. No sounds, no signs, no anything...yet...the earth moved...my life changed.
And my heart bled a few drops more.
A week later came the proof. The words (or rather, the lack thereof).
The landscape HAD changed. It had been transformed.
It’s not that I’m grateful for the fissures and the chasms. I’m not.
It’s just that I felt it as it happened from countless miles and all
the inaudible sounds emanating from so very far away.
My soul, it understood.
OK. Maybe that doesn’t mean all that much to you. I understand.
But it means a great deal to me.
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