Sharks's Teeth
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Everything contains some silence.
Noise gets its zest from the small
shark's-tooth- shaped fragments
of rest angled in it. An hour of city
holds maybe a minute of these
remnants of a time when silence
reigned, compact and dangerous
as a shark. Sometimes a bit of
a tail or fin can still be sensed in parks.
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