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I Am Listening for The Quiet
by Candace Turner

The soft shoe shuffle of one hundred angels
dancing on the head of a pin

The sudden stillness that hangs in the air once the thunder has traveled on
and the last raindrop silently slides down my windowpane

The single solitary sigh of warm breezes that caress my ear
Humming your final notes as they glide over the horizon

The screaming, ear piercing, deafening quiet


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