She listened to the silence at night. She looked up at the ceiling to see her hands dancing in the shadows. She wondered why people smelt fear in darkness and happiness in light. Her hands kept dancing, fingers folded and unfolded in shapes of stars and butterflies. She paused for a moment to count on the hellos her hands waved for and the fists she held down instead of goodbyes. It was time for the dance to stop. She took a deep breath and let go of her hands. She closed her eyes. And she kept listening to the silence.

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