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| All the Sounds Have Stopped A cypher wind lilts through branches and the leaves whisper sotto voce’ but the wailing has stopped. I haven’t seen another face in days but a steady, distant rumble keeps me company. Even after the wailing has stopped. Nothing stirs. I watch life leave, apples spilling like drops, red on the wooden floor, ‘til all the sounds have stopped. ©David Blaine |