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Like a riddle wrapped inside a sphinx, there seems to be a fascinating secret buried in your depths

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Oct. 17th, 2011 | 01:43 pm

Her words rang through the silence like a resonant bell. But they were all the wrong words. Not to say they weren't for him, because they were, but they shouldn't have been given to him. The sound clung to the air like the vibrations of a Tibetan prayer bell, resetting the energy of the room. The sound made the silence much more apparent. She was fine. His silence hugged the words until they disappeared. He was fine. 

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