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"Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again (III.ii.130–138) Shakespeare , The Tempest

  • the melancholy echo of a guitar sliding on reverb
  • soft sighs of traffic
  • the grainy sound of gravel
  • blur/smudginess of buskers at night, the hum of restaurants, a laugh full of chimes
  • the warm chuckle of someone you love
  • slow inhales, deep exhales
  • the page of novel being turned by a light finger
  • the wind in your ears, behind your ears, blowing through your body
  • wind chimes
  • a bright peal of laughter
aug 11 2013 ∞
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