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A psalm for the middle of a busy week While I live and breathe there is no such thing as true silence.The breath whistles in my nostrils,Howls in my throat;Swallowing rolls in my ears;My pulse surreptitiously marks time. What, then, is silence?I fear it – and thus I fill it – but I don’t understandContinue reading “do you hear what I hear?”