A silent film

Sometimes I wish life had a better score than just the foleys. It could be
that I care so much about the music because I have a precarious influence
over the script and the direction seems, to say the least, uncertain, and yet,
I dare to believe the clef would set the pitch so that every word embraced
the soft-spoken. If only I dared to admit that it was really about covering
the silence.

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