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Noise is the quickest way to make yourself known. It's big, it's loud. It boasts your presence. It's the surest way to let everyone know that you've just entered the room. Or the building, so to speak. Depending on your volume.
But it's still noise, and it often doesn't make sense. The world has gotten full of noises lately, the kind I can't keep up with. Much less want to hear.
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