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Sounds, sounds all around us—the chirping of the birds,

the driving of a nail by the hammer’s head, the dull hum of the tires

moving across asphalt and pavement as the motor revs to move it along.

The sound of passing laughter or a half-caught conversation;

a rubber shoe sole on a concrete sidewalk, a distant baby’s cry,

the passing sound of music from a moving car or the whistle of a soft wind,

all remind us of life moving all around us affirming and agreeing

that life, like these ever-present sounds in varying volumes, keeps moving,

rolling, humming, crying, screaming, singing, and roaring along.

It is in these moments we know we must join the band.

—Nita Whitaker LaFontaine