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Silence is all we dread.
There’s Ransom in a Voice —
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.
Silence is all we dread.
There’s Ransom in a Voice —
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.
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My best Acquaintances are those
With Whom I spoke no Word —
The Stars that stated come to Town
Esteemed Me never rude
Although to their Celestial Call
I failed to make reply —
My constant — reverential Face
Sufficient Courtesy. (Emily Dickinson)
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