Goodbye to All That

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I haven’t been writing much lately. There hasn’t really been much to say. There’s a feeling I get like rain on a window, some sound in it to capture and translate into words, but these days, it’s gone. I listen, and there’s silence.

At the end of the day, there is always silence. It sits beneath the sounds that drown it out, patiently, never asking us to hear it…

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Into real democracy and being happy. www.allgodsnomasters.com

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