no response, just silence
contains
more words
than a hundred books.
no explanation is needed.
the empty space
holds everything
you need say,
all of it is known,
despite a single word
never spoken.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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