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Poem: Hearing Hear me please without interruption ~ and I did. I remember the stillness of listening intentional listening as heartbeats ticked and time stretched and the confession spilled and tumbled and found a space in me, a quiet pool. Then, in the quiet retelling of the mind unexpectedly, unintentionally an unsought connection was forged and the inklings of a redemption, of atonement, became a possibility. . … on a quiet grey background… Artwork for contemplation only; a low-res copy of the original, unsuitable for commercial use, ©owner Words & image ©ilinkcs (2026/10)