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Walking in Sound take an August afternoon<\/p>\n on a street near your home<\/p>\n tumbling red roses<\/p>\n sap rushing everywhere and<\/p>\n birds telling tales in trees<\/p>\n going on and on and on and on<\/p>\n a blue river seems to swoon<\/p>\n between the clouds<\/p>\n people breathe in a house<\/p>\n a dog twitches<\/p>\n once or twice a lost soul<\/p>\n rustles the curtains looking<\/p>\n for a way in or out<\/p>\n as the dead do when it\u2019s hot<\/p>\n all the seas in the world twirl<\/p>\n swirl around you<\/p>\n and then there\u2019s the roaring<\/p>\n spin of the earth<\/p>\n you have to press a palm flat<\/p>\n on your chest and jump<\/p>\n into the regular thud of yourself<\/p>\n the children next door look up<\/p>\n mouths open<\/p>\n sighing at something<\/p>\n as you walk home<\/p>\n in the summer air<\/p>\n a grotto of sound<\/p>\n irregular and<\/p>\n solemn<\/p>\n sings to you<\/p>\n all the way<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\n<\/strong> Life is pleasant. \u00a0Life is good.<\/em> \u00a0Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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\nA simple life is not quiet<\/p>\n