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The empty third clarinet seat
I'm in the hall, alone, staring at the third clarinet seat. It's empty, but I can hear the exact sound of the breath that would fill it — a kind of silence that's louder than any note.
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- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that silence. It's the same as the one that hangs in a kitchen after the last ticket's called, with the dull blade still waiting on the cutting board.