its cold outside and im thinking of the fragility of sound. waves that die, muffled, in the sand. rain that shatters on my window. stifled sobs. screams that crack and words that falter. the tune of an old favorite song dusty, forgotten. laughter that tumbles over itself into oblivion. my grandmothers voice silenced by old age and an unexpected
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