It’s the ears that take a plunge first.Not the eyes. If for 50 days all you’ve heard is the deafening crunch of dry leaves, and the screaming silence of the night, then the sound of a refrigerator, a car engine or the clock, become alien. That’s when reality is an inverted sock – warmer on the inside, but inside out nonetheless. That’s when I add that unwelcome chord to the orchestra of earth – the click. Before you, is my
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