Lullaby for a Mural Painter


He lay listening to the chimes in the wind. A lullaby without words. A thought crossed his mind; what if he didn’t speak to anyone ever again? His days and nights could drift by, without incident, without syllables. He saw himself walking valleys alone, open sunlit spaces, long trails. Was there anything else that needed to be said? No, he thought, there was nothing left. In his mind, it was settled. He would listen to the wind at night without saying another word.


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