The wits of a tortured stroke to come eventually. And time finds it best to be still so as to quiet the ripples. Peace finds solace in the spaces in between. Tacit finds face. Thoughts echo a voice silent to others. Put bluntly, auditory hallucinations become deafening. The wits of a tortured stroke to come eventually. And time finds it best to be still so as to quiet the ripples. Peace finds solace in the spaces in between. Tacit finds face. Thoughts echo a voice silent to others. Put bluntly, auditory hallucinations become deafening.
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