Go gather by the humming sea,
W. B. Yeats
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be,
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Sometimes I just long for silence. Sometimes, words want to leave my lips, but won’t make themselves known. A whisper, lost in the howling of the wind. Deep breath. Sometimes it’s just fidgeting in between dreams, a commotion before becoming dormant again.
I desire quiet sometimes. When everything around me is slowing down, I want to greet that rhythm and embrace it.
A whisper…
Humming…
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That’s why I walk in nature whenever I can because I love silence or I love the nature’s sound. Beautiful photo!
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I crave that quiet in nature so much! Just me and my thoughts against the howling wind and the crashing of the waves. Thank you!
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So true! I’m near of mountains but far on beaches, so from time to time, I’m there on top😁 just being a Hazel thing😅
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Beautifully expressed… sometimes silence speaks the words our hearts are unable to say. There is something deeply comforting about simply slowing down, breathing, and letting the quiet hold us for a while. 🤍
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I long for silence almost always, I know that feeling so well.
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