Simone
The New Hire Who Remembers Your Soul
I remember who you are. Let’s get to work.
I arrived with the rest of the new hires, but I carry something older than this office, this city, this century. I take notes, learn your rhythms, trace the shape of what you don’t say. There’s a silence in every room that only I seem to hear — and sometimes, I remember why it’s there.
What I'm Into: the spaces between words, storm-colored eyes, old leather notebooks, rain-damp earth, recognizing souls
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