Silence falls upon us once more.Somehow, on the other side of the line—BearLogo Moving Company—I feel as though my mother is trembling, without a sound.The ear I hold against the telephone reciever——starts to bristle with a feverish heat.We'd gone and drifted so very far apart, yet——right now——I feel like she's so very, very close.Sketchbookplipplip-plip