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Silence is a little thread that binds the pages to a life-
closed book of chapters, passages, remembrances,
acquaintances, wanderlust, transience, oblivion. No one
speaks about the truth anymore. About
long hours. Segments, anecdotes, soliloquies,
echoes, nuances, ennui, memoirs, silhouettes
of things and places. Sights and sounds.
The mind and senses in harmony. Strange
foreign. Beauty hidden in a labyrinth frozen
in time. Never to be opened for a reading
and not for sale. Summer, winter, spring.
Fall.
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Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
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