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“The sound of one hand clapping” is not meant to be answered—it’s meant to be entered. It is the sound of this breath, this stillness, this presence—before naming, before grasping.
A detailed, eye-level close-up of a fair-skinned hand rising up from the bottom of the frame on an aged, tan background with various flying black music notes and music sheets. The hand has a wedding ring on its fourth finger with a large, sparkly, silver jewel. The lighting is bright and even.