The first time I met Anna we didn’t speak. No sound passed between us. For my part, the only sound was some soft music in the background. It was a long time ago but I believe it was Beethoven. I might be wrong but either way, it’s not really important. What was important was that the silence was filled with messages, hesitant at first but quickly becoming bolder. I think I was more used to

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