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Sounds isn't sound until it vibrates an eardrum. Light is only warmth until it reaches an eye. I look to the thunderstorm in the sky, glad I have these instruments to experience the grand show...goosebumps & a long sigh
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Thunderstorms
Sounds isn't sound until it vibrates an eardrum. Light is only warmth until it reaches an eye. I look to the thunderstorm in the sky, glad I have these instruments to experience the grand show...goosebumps & a long sigh
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32/M/Pacific Northwest
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
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