In a voicemail, gentle and sound, it speaks the words you longed to hear, breaks through silences and brings comfort, while everyday lifeworld overwhelms.
A tone of voice, a laugh, a tease at cheering somebody, really something to remind you that you are still there. Very close where distance disappears. Those moments melt together when voices touch as if old friends.
A spark in every syllable of light, in the quite darkness of the night. Not that same being as being there, but that can mean a lot still in showing care.
A voice message, just a little sound, but an echo of it is a love found.
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