It sounds as if Time is a function of sound. When the outside is silent: time either runs fast or moves slowly. When the inside is silent, time comes to a standstill.
Its thanksgiving, and no one is here. I secretly wish no one comes back (except a few people). And of course, the library should be open.
Time is a function of sound, I am convinced. The silence in the absence of humanity here has upset Time's movement.
Despite that, I like it.
I won't rhyme lest time
is upset by the sound of rhyme.
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