Rosie Cresswell
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“I've begun to realise that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”
— Chaim Potok
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GALLERY
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SLYTHERIN; GRIEF
Icy glares · refusing to be overwhelmed by feelings, of all things, but feeling as though you’re lost in a hall of mirrors with too many reflections keeping eyes on you · hand-written letters · telling a wound to stop bleeding and expecting it to listen · loud breakdowns in quiet rooms, echoes that remind you no one is there and you’re supposed to like it that way · a trusted someone who picks up the pieces when you finally shatter, who leaves them neatly in a pile and steals away without saying a word because you don’t need them – you need yourself.
“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing
breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.”
— Leonora Carrington
