The silence at the end of the song…yes, it’s that.
Story first, and then the bit you won’t like.
The community was in shock. One of their own was dead by his own hand. Bear had been loved by all, a laughing figure, forever the roaring heart of the party. One man who always had time for those who were struggling, for those who were hurting, for those who were lost. He was in many ways like a bear, too large for life, and his bumbling rambling progress through life and its spaces left a certain amount of chaos and spills in its wake, but laughter coloured those spills and memories for everyone. The news that this laughing giant would no more loom in every picture, that his booming laugh and off colour remarks would no longer trigger laughter and pained groans in every gathering was just starting to sink in.
Angus was the leader of the community, its most…
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