It’s quiet now.
The plush carpet is worn beneath my shoes. Not long ago it was host to hundreds of pairs of feet - shuffling and stomping feet, running and dancing feet-but it’s quiet now.
I close my eyes and conjure ghosts of memories to fill the empty seats. I try my best to animate them - to imagine the baptismal waterfall of their applause
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I'm one of your editors this week.
This piece was amazing! I loved the visuals that you paint with your words. The wording was melodic just like the imaginary orchestra the speaker was directing.
You gave just enough detail to leave the readers (like me!) wanting more.
Great job and good luck this week!
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