He arrived home through the side door at lunchtime, quietly clicking it behind him. I felt his eyes as I emptied the dishwasher. “You hear that?” “Hear what?” I said, straining to listen, noiselessly stacking plates. “You don’t hear it?” I shook my head. “You can’t miss it. That beautiful sound. Silence.” Cacophony of Silence by allie taylor Ahhhh yes….
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