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There's a storm brewing over my house right now--big and dark and full of flashing lightening and rumbling thunder. It's not here yet. The birds are still chirping from their perches and, every once in a while, a car will drive by, breaking the silence. But it's not silence, not really. I can hear the strains of faint music: exotic, filled with sex and passion and peace, just on the edge of my consciousness. I wonder: is that the sound of the earth? Is that the sound of me?
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