A thunderstorm under a tin roof
Mortar fire (I know, I know. I grew up near the border of an army fort, and the mortar range was close by. To me, muffled mortar fire is the sound of a summer morning. I"m imprinted on it. Crazy, I know.)
The sounds of friends still sitting around a campfire after I've gone to bed in my wagon.
Drum circles off through the trees at night
White water rushing over rocks
Mortar fire (I know, I know. I grew up near the border of an army fort, and the mortar range was close by. To me, muffled mortar fire is the sound of a summer morning. I"m imprinted on it. Crazy, I know.)
The sounds of friends still sitting around a campfire after I've gone to bed in my wagon.
Drum circles off through the trees at night
White water rushing over rocks
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