I recently spent 15 days cocooned in silence. There were regular breaks from it, sure: pleasant dinner conversation with my fellow residents at Hambidge, joyful drives down a Blue Ridge highway, listening to music (one evening I took a winding dusk-drive across a mountain listening to Yo La Tengo’s And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out) -- bu…
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