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I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.

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Elizabeth Berg
Age: 75
Born: 1948
Born: December 2
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St Paul
Minnesota
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Remember
Forgotten
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Quiet
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