THE words

“You don’t make a big show of it, but you’ve been steady for me in ways I don’t always notice until I stop and think. Thank you.”

THE work

Stone against water

THE STORY

Stone meets water at a broken ledge. Weight settles. The surface yields, but not without recoil. Saturation bleeds along the edge—one side shaded heavy, the other pressed thin. Marks gather toward the ledge, stalling without release. Downward force outpaces spill, yet some current escapes, tracing small reverberations out to the limit. Top holds, bottom strains. The interruption between surfaces is not closure. Each margin bears stress; the center is only a passage held wide and quiet under tension. All movement waits.

THE STOPcard

Weight meets water. Still, both hold.

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