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It had been quiet in my head until he came. But with him he had brought the sound of passing trains, and the light and shade that falls on you if you have window seat. The world, locked out for years, suddenly flooded in, and now I couldn’t hear myself for the noise. Trains. Traffic. Music. The Stock Market. A dam had burst and savage waters swept everything up in the swirling. Comets, violins, parades, loneliness, clouds, beards, bigots, lists, flags, earthquakes, despair were all swept up in a scrambled swirling.
