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The house is now quiet. It was never really noisy except when audibly challenged noise receptacles, dampened by age, required volume from devices best kept muffled, especially when marketers and those wanting your attention blare their sales pitches. What filled the room was nerve-racking. The warring factions have separated. Years of the pent up irresolvable had reached maximum intensity. The residual fallout was nerve-racking. Even the animals are now amusingly subdued. Freedom of movement with regard to textile coverings and access to private moment rooms have increased exponentially… I still look around the corner just in case. That is still a little nerve-racking. I’m sure surprises are lurking in the crevasses where the nerve-racking trolls play. They will rear their ugly heads and the tranquilities of auras and energies will burst. But for now, I’m safe. The breathing associated with sleep fills the room and guess what? It’s day one and it’s not nerve-racking.