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Hello everyone and welcome to this week’s Tale Weaver.
A late post as I had to bring my son to his follow-up for his broken wrist. Everything seems to be healing nicely.
A few weeks ago, I invited you to weave a tale about the absence of sound in one’s life. I wasn’t expecting so many to actually have experienced the loss of sound. And I want to thank you all again for sharing your stories.
We rely on our senses so heavily on a daily basis. Like sight.
I remember a French blind singer who explained during an interview that he could experience an eclipse even though he couldn’t see it; he described the changes in temperature, the way sounds evolved – birds stopping their chirping, nature kinda slowing down – how his own body reacted. That was fascinating to me. That must have been some 20 odd years ago.
So for today’s tale, I’d like you to write a story where a character has no sense of sight, or has lost it. Or maybe how it would feel to you if you did become blind. I’ve got spectacles myself but even though I can’t see too well without I’m not blind… so yes a story on a loss of senses, or the reclaiming of it… Your choice.