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There is something smug about silence, or sad and pale and wistful, something lazy about it. Implacable, like death. But silence is the pos sibility of noise. Death is ear-splitting, it’s shattering with absence; over time, it’s quieter
We expect the four classic elements of balance, restraint, form and clarity.’ Their words fell beautifully, like stars.
I suspected other people were better at living than me. Did others elbow their way through fog, rising out of it some days, relief blending with terror of its return?
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