I retired at sixty-four and the silence deafened me. Not the blissful silence you seek after a long, noisy day, but the heavy, sticky silence of an empty home, of long-dead memories, and of the future.

 “BG News” editorial office  Octo I retired at sixty-four, and the silence deafened me. Not the kind of blissful silence you seek after a long,…

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