Your silence feels just like mine. It’s like that hole in the seashell through which I wait to hear the sound of the whole trapped ocean.
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Your silence feels just like mine. It’s like that hole in the seashell through which I wait to hear the sound of the whole trapped ocean.
Leave a CommentThe clock hanging opposite the wall is ticking 9:53. I am sitting in my bedroom with my windows wide open for cross ventilation. Ah! before…
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