I love quiet. I find it hard to think of a moment when I thought it was too quiet. When I am in need of comfort I immediately wish that I was in a quiet corner by myself. In the quiet moments I can think, read, write, create.
Last week there was no quiet. There was noise and more noise and more noise. I felt as though I were going crazy, truly losing my mind. And that is why, after a week of seeking, I cherish these quiet moments when they happen.
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