I do believe that the only noise I can hear in this distant town is that of people laughing.
Other than that?
Nothing.
No parents asking persistent questions; no brothers bringing home friends that talk too much or too loudly, or else just jabber their lives away; no sirens, no bells, no alarms, nothing!
And what of the construction workers beginning their work day outside of Hoosac Hall - my dorm room window - at the crack of dawn? What of the lectures from my teachers; the words spoken by classmates?
But that is life.
Life is not noise.
Life is sacred, like a lullaby or a children's fairy tale story.
And a life is what I've been given... all the way until the year 2015.
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