They were both silent for a moment, and the silence wound out around them and filled the kitchen, to be sliced into gentle pieces by the soft ticking of the clock.

Terry Pratchett at his most poetic. I love this line from Lords and Ladies. πŸ’¬

I removed and re-added my Letterboxd feed and it seems to have posted every update for the last few weeks. Apologies to anyone whose micro.blog feed I might have flooded.