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I looked up to the sky. I could see the birds flying overhead. I could identify the birds. They were geese, migrating. It was the end of summer, nearly Autumn. My eyesight was almost perfect. I suppose you think that's great, that a teenage boy had immaculate eyesight. But that sadly isn't the case. The only reason my eyesight was amazing is because that is was pretty much all that my body had to go on, besides touch and taste.
Yeah. 'Oh' is how I would have put it too. If you said or thought 'oh', then you probably just guessed correctly. Well, I am as guilty as charged.
I walked through the park, watching the sun start to go down. I loved the sunset. Mostly because you didn't have to hear it to appreciate it, like you did with most things. It was beautiful because it was silent. It even made people go silent as they admired its beauty. As much as I missed my hearing, I was glad I was still able to appreciate the magnificence of sunset without missing out on a huge chunk. It wasn't about the sound, it was about the sight.
How I wished that it was the same thing with music.
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A Silent Symphony - A Short Story
Roman d'amourIn which a boy picks up his sheet music for the first time in three years, after becoming deaf and therefore, losing almost all that he loved.
