Living in a real house, outside the city limits, for the first time in my life, I initially thought there was no sound without the comforting susurration of the traffic, the scream of the siren. Having been here for a week now, though, I realize there are things to be heard as the house breathes, creaks, moves and settles in the sunlight, adjusting to the humidity. I still miss the cars, though.
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