Silence.
Muffled, echoing voices singing yuletide songs.
Silence.
Smothered, trodding footsteps in the light crunch of snow.
Silence.
Dimmed, crackling flickers of a soft grated flame.
Silence.
Measured, rhythmic turning of a well worn page.
Silence.
Hushed, intimate whispers of a loved one’s voice.
Silence.
Stilled, passing time in the winter frozen world.
This is beautiful
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