Silence has many tongues,and has many languages. Sometimes, it passes off as a mellow whisper
that flows undisturbed,like river-water on the plains with inhering pain.And at another time, it is as gratingly violent
as stark reality that unsettles everyone. It's like a play of light and dark that moves through
the branches of dark forests. Maybe, it wants to paint the picture perfect desolation of a country in ruins.
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