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Originally Posted by PhilistineEars
I can hear the choked highways and byways of a dying, decay-filled super-metropolis that is Los Angeles, USA.
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I'm in an oasis between LA, Santa Ana, and Costa Mesa. I can hear my dad whistling Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down! (He just got rickrolled), and the soothing sound of the water of the fountain we installed outside my house. And the fountains in the lake right in front of my house. I hear an occasional quack, and crow, and one of the swans trying to speak (It's hello is almost perfect).
And now I hear a plane flying overhead (I'm right next to an airport, sadly).
