Apartment Living
The neighbors are noisy, but when they’re not, what remains is too quiet.
By Ophelia Keane BraedenPublished about 11 hours ago • 1 min read
The hum of machines.
No birds, no wind, no rain; an
unnatural silence.
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Ophelia Keane Braeden
Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite floatation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!
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None of my writing is ever touched by AI.
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