To her ears, I was silent.
To my ears, she made music.
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryShe could not hear me, but her words meant more than importance. *** I wrote this three years ago. I'm not fond of sharing things like these but I might as well. I love you! *** ***I can't recall if these are things I wrote from the top of my head...
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To her ears, I was silent.
To my ears, she made music.
