If people only knew how precious they are—how close we already are, how much is being entrusted to us in every breath—harm would become inconceivable, not forbidden, but impossible to imagine. In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY DONATE
