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Only a Whisper
Boy with Hand over Mouth, New York, New York 2002

Only a Whisper

For the last few days I’ve been speaking only in whispers. I lost my voice late last week, and I am now busy looking for it. I’ve been searching high and low: turning over couch cushions, checking all of my pant pockets, and peeling back the corners of all my rugs. Give me another day to locate it; I’ll be back in top form tomorrow.