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The most frightening sound is silence.
Especially four hours of silence.
Sometimes, during a game of hypotheticals, I like challenge myself to choose what traditional sense I would be able to live without, one I wouldn’t miss more than the others.
Smell. Taste. Touch. Sight. Sound.
Last Thursday night, as I was caught in the hard place between moving forward on icy roads or driving my car in a ditch, was no game.
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