Noises
I am surrounded by sounds. The train goes by every other hour and whistles at every crossing through town. The crows squawk as the little ones follow their parents on the ground outside. And then for no reason at all the adults will fly to the highest point in the tree and really squawk. The squirrel scampers silently across the ground, picking up the filberts, the garbage truck ...to be continued.
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