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Convivium was a project of Cardus 2011‑2022, and is preserved here for archival purposes.
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Blurring

The sky doesn't seem as expansive in this moment, but a blanket with its edges tucked smoothly.

The boundaries between here and there are smudged by the day's exhaling breath. The trees stir. The sky doesn't seem as expansive in this moment, but a blanket with its edges tucked smoothly. The closeness of the creeping quiet seems to say: What was once distant is here. Emmanuel, it whispers.