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Do the tiny footsteps of ants make a sound? When we concave their hills I can’t hear a sound. Hands, wrapped around your fingers. Eyes closed. A baby’s first cry is a sound Never forgotten. Like the silhouettes of bodies burned. Does the bomb still make a sound? Take two waves, equal in frequency, opposite in amplitude. Silence can be created from a sound. Sometimes I forget I’m speaking in another language. To me, my thoughts always make the same sound. Shuffling papers, typed words on pages even when never spoken, they still make a sound.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Doppler Effect
Do the tiny footsteps of ants make a sound? When we concave their hills I can’t hear a sound. Hands, wrapped around your fingers. Eyes closed. A baby’s first cry is a sound Never forgotten. Like the silhouettes of bodies burned. Does the bomb still make a sound? Take two waves, equal in frequency, opposite in amplitude. Silence can be created from a sound. Sometimes I forget I’m speaking in another language. To me, my thoughts always make the same sound. Shuffling papers, typed words on pages even when never spoken, they still make a sound.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
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