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There are seasons to feeling. Sometimes it is a bright, reckless weather: the body a comet, the heart a drum. Other times it is slow erosion — a cave forming in the same rock where I once carved my name. Part 4 is the one that learns the map of both. It learns that intensity and stillness are not enemies but dialects of the same tongue. To feel fully is to be bilingual.