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Silence is not hostility. Silence is not disapproval. Silence is not condescension. It can be, sure, it can be pointed, meant to hurt, vindictive even. Silence is good, and clean, and pure and I crave its hush like a rare moment in the sun during a long winter. I give it as a gift and it is misunderstood – it is taken as an assault – an intentional abuse. Silence is all I have, my only boon to share. I am filled with words; the world is filled with noise. I choose to give you my most treasured possession, filled with hope, joy and the certainty that we are all doing the best we can. I choose to give you silence.