The Sound of Memory — A Missingsincethursday Love Story The Beginning of the Sound He didn’t mean to make music out of it. It just happened — like rain forming puddles on its own. He’d been collecting sounds for years: wind brushing against rooftops, footsteps on wet pavements, umbrellas opening, pages turning, laughter that cracked halfw

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