Today's 100 words:
Outside my window, birds chirp and traffic roars, and I still find it strange that the two aren't mutually exclusive, as they were when I lived out of town, away from the noises of the city--the sirens, the pulsing beat of rock music blaring from car stereos, the sudden cacophony of car horns, the screech of brakes--all of those sounds that make up a life lived close to others: neighbors only feet away, listening through their open windows to the sounds that come through my open windows, always knowing everything although they may never say a word.
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