I shovel a handful of the fresh snow into my mouth, lis ten to the muffled stillness broken only by the cawing of crows.
It was muffled by distance, but that could not take the terror out of it, and it was the most dreadful sound to me that I had ever heard.
Every sound was muffled; every noise changed to something soft and musical.
He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths.
,; Art is long,and Time is fleeting, ,, And our hearts,though stout and brave, ,, Still,like muffled drums,are beating ,.
