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Near Silence

While her child slept the moment passed in near silence like the rustle of fabric beside his sleeping head. A sleight of hand beneath the pillow and one treasure was swapped for another. 

In the near silence of that moment, a piece of childish innocence was relinquished. 

The moment came and went, with her its only witness. A mixture of pride and sadness. The powerful cocktail of maternal love. 

She swallowed it down in near silence. 

Other moments have come and gone with a similar faint rustle. Moments. Opportunities.

People. 

Slipping away from beneath her pillow as she slept. 

Pieces of her falling away. One at a time, in near silence. 

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