I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. The wind vane pointed toward the South Pole. Presently the wind cups ceased their gentle turning as… — Richard E. Byrd Copy Share Image
“Silence, the breath inside the body of what is, sings an unbroken tone struck in the key of nil. This endless untitled exclamation implicit and from everywhere at once.” — Karen Solie Copy Share Image
