silently, in my own voice. Your experience
may vary, depending on whether or not
you know what my voice sounds like.
In the grand scheme of things it doesn't
matter what the timbre of my voice is,
merely that these words exist, proof
of my existence for those who happen
upon this message. How strange, how
beautiful to be able to reach out to one
another, for just a moment, to hold it
between us, to feel the distance close,
to have this nearness.
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