There is a roaring in his ears. The roaring tries to drown out the crickets. He tries to listen to the sounds of nature around him, but he can hear nothing above the sound of the roar.
It is a daily battle for him. The roar is unremittingly present now that he is in the country. It isn’t a gentle roaring, like that of a river. Even now, as Herbie sits at…
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