This is beautiful, full of imagery that, like the silence in the story snakes its way into our consciousness. You pull the walls down that separate here from there, the present from the past. Reality is amorphous. Only one thing is clear at the end. We are hearing this story from someone who has died.
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It seems fair enought! Thanks for your support