Two months ago I lamented the lack of silence between cars passing. Never a full moment, never a breath where the sound of one approaching, or of one leaving did not intrude upon the silence of wind in my trees, or the quiet birds chattering in my yard. Now I breathe long, stretching moments where no car, motorbike, or truck blemishes the peace. Long moments I cherish until the blare of the next ambulance.
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