A few
days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves
with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed,
are as crisp as autumn air.
with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed,
are as crisp as autumn air.
Eric Sloane
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