The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.


The writings of Henry David Thoreau (ed. 1898)


The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.