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Whispers, listening to whispers.Crackling of new fallen leaves being trampled under my feet on a September morn.
Whispering wind whistling through pine boughs in the trees as I walked thru the forest as a youth.
Crunch - Crunch - Crunch of new footsteps inthe new fallen snow on a cold crisp winterymorn as I walked ot school.
Drumming of rain drops falling on the tin roofon a rainy spring morning.
Gurgling water rushing over the rocks and tree branchesin the stream near our farm in Upper Michigan.
Warm gentle breezes that brush across my face on alazy summer... (more)
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