Though you don’t like it, you begin to get used to it. At first, it’s kind of strange because you
are aware of the most infinitesimal, minute sounds, which gets on your nerves… But
after awhile you get used to it; no sound, makes a sound louder. It becomes a blessed strength for
survival.
My hearing is highly acute because of everything being dead. The only sounds I hear: are from myself and the wind.
Oft times, I close my
eyes real tight to try to hear someone…something…but alas, it’s just me and
the wind.
(...to be continued)
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