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water trickles down a small fountain birds chirp. and there's a windchime
on a warm afternoon, fred drives around town. he gets gas and stops off at a bookstore
on a spirng day a steady yet oddly calm rain falls, then it stops and the birds emerge
somehwere in old subirbia a gentle fountain flows, birds chirp, a plane flies overhead, and traffic hums. recorded on a zoom h1n
