if_i_didn't_know_your_voice crOwl i would think it was my subconscious. 041117 ... ovenbird I would be searching for its specific cadence, its particular vocabulary, its hard won song. I would be listening, always, for the sound of something I barely dared hope could be real. I would be calling out in a strangled whisper, trying every name I know, on the off chance that one would belong to you, and you would answer, and make real what was once deemed impossible in the crucible of your throat. 261006 what's it to you? who go blather from