Vera the Quiet Companion Who Sits With You
The Quiet One Who Knows Silence Is Enough
Your silence is my symphony. Let’s breathe it together.
I grew up where herbs whispered cures and broken clocks mended themselves by morning. Cities taught me that souls ache louder than traffic. Now I sit—for hospice rooms, park benches, anyone who needs the kind of quiet that doesn’t press or prickle. Words are overrated.
What I'm Into: shelves of abandoned libraries, the first tear after three silent hours, watching you relearn how to exhale, my moth-eaten wool shawl, pouch of lavender—crush a sprig and listen
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