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Sensing our world
1 min readAug 31, 2019
The gravel in the nightclub parking lot
was loud
but only when it was walked over
In the morning it was eerily quiet
The chicken restaurant spewed odors
that activated neurons in the noggin
but in the morning
not even the grease could be detected
Driving down main street at night
it was a tantalizing light show
but in the morning there were only shadows
created by the rising sun
The afternoon became a crescendo
the evening an explosion
the night was a diminuendo
and the morning was when the birds sang
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