The cloud of Silence



Imagine walking through a mass of echoing voices at the train station. All indistinctive in languages unknown and rare as the blue and yellow trains get and go. See lips whisper words to read, the voices too loud to understand. Feel how sound vibrates against your skin, alerting your eardrums to wave along to the music the voices are making. A melody unknown to each individual searching through the crowded hall. A song of each day to the young woman on platform eleven, born with barely a sound.
only just imagine.


the cloud of silence

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