Patrick King

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When she reached her own house, she went into the bedroom and lay down there. There was a yawning silence all around her, like an enormous hole. Silence was a thing entrusted to the animals, the girl thought. Many things that human words have harmed are restored again by the silence of animals.
The Visiting Privilege: New and Collected Stories (Vintage Contemporaries)
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