Echoes Between the Lines

<p><strong>The First Whisper</strong></p><p>There is a space where silence breathes where words lose their</p><p>edges and drift like smoke through the air. It is here between the</p><p>lines that the echoes of who we are begin to stir. This is not the</p><p>loud proclamation of identity nor the definitive answer to loss-it</p><p>is the quiet hum beneath it all the first whisper that calls us home</p><p>to ourselves.</p>