words and searching

Light surrounded the entrance, a glowing torch dipped in fog, a raucous roar erupting faintly, quieted in the distance, striking in brief moments, lulled by long stretches of silence. The crunch of tires rolled over small patches of gravel, coming to a halt. The engine knocked harshly before dying, returning the asphalt plain to stillness. A lengthy pause extends, words and searching filling the wait before a door opens followed by another. The conversation within continued as they drew without.

David  Cain, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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