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And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Mark Z. Danielewski

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Mark Z. Danielewski
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: March 5
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New York City
New York
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Echo
Echoes
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Silence

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I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.
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Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.
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My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.
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