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Voices; from the left and the right, pushing their way through my thoughts. A plethora of tones, styles, and words; the resonance an incessant drone, rising and falling in volume and intensity, punctuated by a laugh or exclamation. Voices, male and female, blend together in harmony and dissonance. Voices happy and sad, loud and soft. No words to make out; just people talking, and talking endlessly. A symphony performed by oblivious musicians. People unmindful of all but those with whom their voices connect. I stand, bid farewell to the cafe, and leave the voices behind.
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Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC
Voices
Voices; from the left and the right, pushing their way through my thoughts. A plethora of tones, styles, and words; the resonance an incessant drone, rising and falling in volume and intensity, punctuated by a laugh or exclamation. Voices, male and female, blend together in harmony and dissonance. Voices happy and sad, loud and soft. No words to make out; just people talking, and talking endlessly. A symphony performed by oblivious musicians. People unmindful of all but those with whom their voices connect. I stand, bid farewell to the cafe, and leave the voices behind.
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Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC
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