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The bridge we were walking over spanned a creek swollen with recent rain, and as it rushed past, it roared in a fit of white noise so intense that it obscured virtually all other sound, leaving us
 
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Empty house, quiet. No noise of life, no frenzied greetings from kids or dogs, just silence. The dark and the lack of vibration tells me the house is empty, or nearly so, yet I am not apprehensive.
 
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