Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 237 – Dead silence

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Shhh… all the noise from the outside world disappeared today. I am alone… at last. I tried to fight it at first, went to the window, opened it and focused: nothing. Nothing can bring back the noise for a while. Maybe all that is left is silence, a dead, coldĀ silence. I hear anything that’s dead must be cold; there’s no other option. I think death is warm. I think she comes...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu