Silence takes many shapes: There’s the awkward silence, the pregnant pause, the meaningful silence, the collective moment of silence remembering and honoring our heroes, the random few seconds of silence that occurs in a roomful of people when all at once–and momentarily–no one is speaking. There’s the almost eerie silence experienced late at night outside after a new snowfall. And there’s the silence that often occurs during a conversation among a small group of people, signaling that the night is drawing to a close.
There’s pure silence. Dead silence. Utter silence. (Utter silence is my favorite as an absurd juxtaposition of two opposite words.)
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