๐ Becoming Me — Excerpt Whisper
When the words begin to speak back.
They linger, breathing between sentences, humming in the spaces readers never see.
When I opened my print copy of The Reflector’s Path — Becoming Me, I heard that hum.
It wasn’t nostalgia; it was recognition.
I had written these pages in the middle of life’s noise, court letters, editing notes, small triumphs, and deep silences.
What remained was presence.
Those lines carried differently in print.
Ink gave them gravity. Paper gave them pulse.
Some stories simply breathe deeper when touched.
Each sentence reminded me that we write not to capture meaning, but to release it.
Once words are alive on paper, they travel, into other hands, other rooms, other hearts.
And sometimes, they return.
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