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At Ease With Being Seen
She settles into the stone not to challenge it, but to borrow its steadiness. One arm drifts back, the other rests where the moment finds her. Above, the pigeons gather and shift—uneasy, alert, always rehearsing departure.
She stays.
There is a kind of courage in choosing stillness without certainty, in letting yourself be seen before you know what will come of it. Not every pause is weakness. Some are where we learn how to rest.
At Ease With Being Seen
She settles into the stone not to challenge it, but to borrow its steadiness. One arm drifts back, the other rests where the moment finds her. Above, the pigeons gather and shift—uneasy, alert, always rehearsing departure.
She stays.
There is a kind of courage in choosing stillness without certainty, in letting yourself be seen before you know what will come of it. Not every pause is weakness. Some are where we learn how to rest.