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Clanging bells, falling drums.
The deathly silence that follows.
"Believe me I hear it", she pleaded.
The tender sound of her voice an endless scream in the quiet.
"Tell me, how does so little sound make so much noise?" she inquired. Looking boldly into searching eyes.
"Because when dead silence falls the sound of your thoughts, doubts, certainties, fears, become unrealistically clear." he whispered.
Voice quiet like thunder, deafing, in the silence.
"Because the less sound there is, the more noise you can hear"...
