The Sweetest Quiet

Posted on December 19, 2009

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These are my favorite nights of the year. Because of the snow it never truly gets dark; the sky on the edges of the city glow the whole night through with an orange that only comes around Christmas. Everything finally, after a year, is asleep. Asleep underneath a blanket of the coldest and sweetest quiet. The nostalgia and recounting of a year of grievances and quickly dissolving joys has left us tired.

And so we finally all sleep.

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