Eternal silence

Silence is rare. Even at the quietest times, like the depths of night, or sunrise, or in the middle of the desert, or at the top of a mountain, there is still sound.

Insects humming.

The wind.

Our own breathing.

Cars travelling on a distant road.

But death is silent. It occurred to me when I came across some marine critters that had washed up on the beach. Alive no more. And eternally silent.

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For happier thoughts and more beach combing finds, check out my sailing blog: beach combing and bully beef…

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