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The Sounds

One day, the woman stretched out her face and let the sounds in. She had never liked them. Sounds were impatient, sounds were invasive, they wanted to crawl into her ears and camp there. She had spent years of her life trying to block them out: with blutak and hats, with BOSE noise-cancelling headphones, with silent rooms and pure digital interactions…

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PoeticsRosalind Atkinson