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The Dining room
Clock chimed on a distant wall. Notes of a distant song echoed in the dining room
They are part of yet another routine meal with that deafening silence around them
Not a murmur of any conversation ,not an anecdote shared, not a memory relived...
The silence is almost like a being breathing heavily down upon.. There is no comfort in its embrace
What surrounds is aloofness, a certain detachme...
Monday 25th February 2019 11:15 am
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