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"Sound" is way to broad. I don't want music all the time and cars passing by and sirens and conversations and people upstairs, but the sound of the wind rustling the beech leaves or the sound of a few finches or the sound of a not too distant river is another story. I like quiet, but even the quietest of quiet is far from silent.
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Muthtard?! Don't let'th be thilly. Lemon, now that'th different...
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