Loud/Quiet

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Sometimes when you’re loud, playing loud music, laughing and chatting…and then you’re quiet for a moment…you hear the wind’s picked up out through the open window…and the rain has started – just barely. And then the wind jumps up, beating against the open pane and tossing the blinds, and the rain comes heavier, and heavier, and the first thunder growls in the sky…suddenly it’s so loud you can’t even hear or understand yourself anymore.

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