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Old 11-02-2011, 01:26 PM   #44
Scriveyn
amnesic-confabulatory opsimath
 
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Between my ears
Posts: 739
1. The sound of my dearest friend's voice, preferably when she is improvising jazz vocals or singing her own lyrics, going from mellow to rasping, from furious to caressing.

2. The sound of British English when I'm lost on a rainy day in a tourist crowd at Niagara Falls (true story)

3. A babbling brook in a winter forest to the accompaniment of a saxophonist and a percussionist: Schwarzwaldfahrt
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