When my son was approximately eight years old he taught me how to hear. He pointed out the quiet “hiss” of rain hitting dry beach sand. We listened for quite a while, and I was sensitized to sound in a way that didn’t exist for me before. That experience, so many years ago, allowed me to hear the sound of the strands dropping on to my lap this morning.
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