
My mom used to tell me that whispers were like two cotton balls rubbing together, or like the rustling of a pair of pants, she said it was like the flapping of a birds wings in the tree. Sounds beautiful, sounds peaceful, sounds just lovely.
It's poetic really, not being able to hear whispers, it's a mystery waiting to be explored. Whispers are everywhere and they are used in multiple ways to communicate. Whispers are used to say something soft and sweet, used in a quiet setting, told with care and secrecy; whispers are full of emotions and seem to me like a complete mystery.
In situations where whispers occur you can usually find me smiling and nodding pretending to be engaged in conversation, or just uninvolved in the discussion at hand. I laugh a lot of the time, because I'll try and read lips and then it just gets really awkward because I am only receiving bits and pieces of what is really going on. Being closer when someone is whispering always helps, looking at their lips and connecting it with their hand and eye motion leaves some great cues, but when it comes down to it...most whispers remain a great mystery to me and I enjoy that :]
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does the girl in that picture slightly resemble Hannah Sweeney?
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