15 Thursday Feb 2007
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Sarah always ate with a tempting *smack!*smack!* sound that she makes with her mouth. The delicious sound of food being savoured with air could fill a room with delight, the way she ate. So, when I was finally alone with her in the stairwells at school, only when everyone else of significance had already departed, I fed her some chocolate, just to hear that delectable sound.
19 Sunday Nov 2006
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*click* *click*
The sound of her knitting needles were the only sound on a long, dark winter’s day. She was knitting something for me, again, I think.
*click*
I, too, wanted to learn how to knit. It seemed so easy whenever Lelena did it. Her fingers would gently touch the yarn to the tips of the needles, and then again, and again, until the row was done, and she would flip the entire thing over and repeat.
“It’s very easy,” she always said to me. “I’ll teach you,” but she never did.
15 Wednesday Nov 2006
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It was a wet night in early December. The ground smelled slightly of snow that had not yet fallen that year. It dared to, from the gloomy sky where it sat, but it dared not. The sky must have felt especially timid that year.
“The sky must feel especially timid this year,” Marrows said, staring up with his large eyes. “But I don’t wish for snow.”
“We want snow,” replied the two sisters. They lived comfortably in a large house down the road, among large firs that seasonally became so heavy with the weight from the sky that they moan heavily in the silence. “We want snow to play in. It’s fun, and we like to make pretend food out of it. But it doesn’t taste very good.”
Quiet As Day 