There's so many voices, little ones heard around me, written on paper, and on the internet. Sitting across from the table, at my knee, by my side, through my phone.
I want to be a good listener, I want to know peace in the stillness, and am reminded of how much I love my uninterrupted moments.
I'm trying to be mindful and put thought before I interrupt someone else's moment. Their story, quiet-ness, feelings-sharing, or nothing-time.
Even my kids'.
Especially my kids'.
Sometimes there's just too many words.
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