Have we shrunken? Considerably.
(I don't know what comes after that, I'm afraid.)
our voice has just faded away into a background white noise, chittering; annoyingly-so, after a spell.
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Here's a piece I'm reading, and enjoying (though I forgot from where I picked it up);
and thinking that if I ever come to share it, it will undoubtedly be by only tumbleweeds.
As much I don't like to state it, for it sounds vain, all this effortuitous work on my behalf is really to beckon an audience, one that I fear I shall never have.