The Stranger (Small Bit From Page 1)

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The Stranger (Small Bit From Page 1)

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As I wake from the warm grasp of sleep I listen in the smooth night. Only the call of the animals surrounding the cabin could be heard. Left and right through the darkness my eyes wandered, seeking something not to be sought by vision, but by imagination. Such things to be found in the night, such things to be seen, heard, felt.. Silence is beauty too. The state of mind I find myself enveloped in cannot be attained by sheer noise, but by the sound of silence.

The woods called to me and I answered. Walking to the door I trip, falling to the floor and cursing the night..