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It’s getting close to the time for me to join the quiet. Not the silence, not yet time for that, but the quiet. The moccasin foot. The morning birdsong, The sound of the rising moon.

People will barely notice me. When they do, they will think I’m confused or slow witted. They will mistake my lack of noise for lack of substance. They will assume I’m irrelevant and on my way out.

But actually, I’m on my way in.