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Jun 2017
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
Written by
Derek Tatum  32/M/Pacific Northwest
(32/M/Pacific Northwest)   
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     Shanath, cherry blossom, ---, --- and Sam
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