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Ears attuned can recognize
the language of the earth: howlings of sorrow, chirpings of mirth. So much in the tunes that all around play, matching their resonance to time of the day. Do we hear? Do we listen? Are we aware? Do we care? Quiet listening. Inspired by:
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