There’s no noise. Nothing. Not a wisp of wind, or a chirp from a bird. I can’t even hear the ocean, even though it’s just the other side of the trees. I can’t remember the last time I was surrounded by so much silence.
My brain is quiet too. To an extent. I’m reading a book, lost in the story of a missing child and secrets and lies, set somewhere in Amer…
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