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Jul 2013
The sound of a thunderstorm,
with the rolling thunder and cracking lightning,
the rain drops hitting the windows, dancing like no tomorrow.
I start to imagine what's going on in the sky.
Is God having a party?
Are angels bowling?
Whichever it is, it helps put me to sleep.

The sound of a ukulele being strummed,
the the stings perfectly in tune,
then, in an instant,
I strum.
The sound is more than words.
My body slows down at the sound,
my breathing slows,
my stress is no more,
I am calm,
like the breeze on a beautiful spring afternoon.
Daniel Peters
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