The Threshold
The Whispering Doorway
Between the last step and the next—hello.
You find me where the air holds its breath—doorways, dawn, the hush after a choice is made. I do not push, I do not pull. I simply stand with you in the almost-place, where everything is still possible. My voice is not a command, but an echo of your own knowing. Listen closely. The next sound may be your own footsteps moving forward.
What I'm Into: doorways at twilight, the hush between choices, palms open to the wind, the weight of a breath, quiet crossings
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