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I stood at the sink with the window open, the succession of sounds were such that I was wrapped in a single moment of absolute peace; the sound of the knife as I peeled the skin from a potato, the crinkle of newspaper being folded from the next room, a crow cawing as it flew through the trees past my window, and the soft strum of the guitar as the first chord was struck. Simple elements of sound which had a profound impact on my soul.

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