Like cupped hands, dark caves, or the dome of sky, bells give and take the gift of space, holding in their mouths the wordless language of resonance.
How would their tongues utter lamentation or joy, funeral or wedding, if not for the space that welcomes breathless echoes and eschews the claustrophobia of muffled things.
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