Where Silence Sounds Like This
There is no notification for the moment the world quiets down. It just happens. The engine cools, ticking softly to itself. The wind moves through pine needles with a sound like distant surf. Somewhere far off, a bird calls twice and stops. You sit in a folding chair that has seen a thousand miles and notice, maybe for the first time this year, what silence actually sounds like. It sounds like this.
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