The Held Breath
Time did not stop.
It faltered.
And in that faltering, something refused to move forward— or to fall away.
A breath remained, caught between what is taken and what is lost.
Not life. Not death.
Something held— long enough to be known.
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https://x.com/konda_al/status/2046785799392280578— Al Konda