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The sound of the train grinding against the tracks is loud and distracting - it intrudes into one's private thoughts and can be disturbing. But if I close my eyes and listen closely, it sounds shimmery, almost as natural as a brook rushing over stones, or cool air whispering through a cave. It's almost bubbly, and I think, "Is this what an ant would hear, if it fell into a soda glass?"
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