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To MuseNot peace, but silence. When the day's wars had ended, and the anger that stemmed from all the little injustices of just today had settled down to a low simmer, there was nothing left but the air we breathed and the small place we curled into for sleep. No people, no voices, no fear, no pain, Just the simple silence that we had heard a thousand times before, but never quite loved until now- when nothing could hurt and we lay alone, just peacefully accepting that tomorrow will bring pain, as every day preceding this one had, but that it would be all right, just as long as we could lay every night in the plain and peaceful silence, reminding ourselves that we are okay. And there was silence. all works on this page Copyright 2000 by Paul Ryan .
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