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Quiet was the absence of words, music, radio, and later, when we all went our separate ways and had our own homes, TV.
A New York silence, in a still night, was (and still is) filled with the noise of other people's lives. And the silence and stillness was (and still is) a muteness that came from watching lives we couldn't figure out how to replicate.